Little Robin

The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.

 

I saw a robin today and I remembered this little poem from a

long time ago. It is an old nursery rhyme.

 

Then I wrote one of my own,

 

just because........

 

 

Today a little robin called to me

From way up in my old crab tree.

She sang her song to give me hope

That with the weather I could cope.

I sighed, as she then flew away,

There would be no worms today.

The ground is covered yet with snow,

But I thank her, because now I know

That Spring will come,

Winter will be done.

 

So patience Bonnie,

Spring will make all things new

You heard it from the robin,

 so it must be true.