"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The Robin

May I learn from the robin
who races into the rain
instead of hiding from it
for her it is not a nuisance
it is nourishment
and when her wings are wet
she does not fuss or preen
but delights in hopping
upon the sodden earth
searching for the worms
knowing the slime and dirt
will only make her stronger
understanding that when
she deigns to stoop
she will be fed

1 comment:

  1. Indeed. And feed they do! It's good to be a robin right about now...

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