Unique in his oneness the robin sings,
Taking no cues, no clues
Or fashionable trills and frills,
He pours his heart’s song
Into the ubiquitous wind,
Raising his throat,
Feathered fire,
To the one sun
In the single, world-arching sky.
The notes flow,
A stream, clear as a mountain source,
From this first and only and forever bird,
To his one and only love.
Photo credit
©Brian Robert Marshall
I Love these birds!!
We should start a Robin fan club!
That,s a good idea!!
Barry Gibb may want to join 🙂
He’s not the one who’s dead, is he?
No, Barry is the only one left.
Barry is welcome to contribute too.
There’s no holding back with the robin. Full throttle vocals all the time.
xxx Hugs Galore xxx
For such a tiny bird they work up a lot of decibels!
Your words would suit Dutch National poetry week very well!
If you would like to do a translation of it and enter it with your own poems, you have my blessing 🙂
You know, I just might…!
Do it! It can be a collaboration if you like. Send me what you come up with.