ROBIN REDBREAST

The Robin Redbreast landed well
Upon my garden tree,
Upon a twig, he stayed a spell,
Contented, fancy-free...
And in that moment, I saw peace,
As it was meant to be,
To know that little bird at ease
Upon my property...

I smiled to see that tiny soul,
Though it was cold outside,
Because he had such self-control,
Humility not pride...
Without a trace of 'I am great,
That cannot be denied!',
But wisdom that accepts its fate
And serves well as a guide...

I couldn't say that he looked young
Or whether he was old,
Nor by the hearing of his song
If he felt frail or bold...
I only know, with faith reborn,
Each truth that I behold,
When I was blessed that Sunday morn,
With joys worth more than gold...


Denis Martindale, copyright February 2016.


A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.

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