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What the Robin Sings of

A Poem About the Simple Yet Beautiful Robin and its Song

By Autumn BrownPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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The early morning dawn shown softly over the countryside

The flowers waved unified, like the ocean tide.

Its rays warmed the dew wet grass

The bugs flew 'round in an unorganized mass.

The willow waved her hair so free

Oh what a lovely tree!

Though one thing stuck out more than the rest

It was the robin singing from its nest.

The song was of the sweet spring day

And of the long grasses' sway,

Of the calls of cricket chorus.

Her song was heard throughout the forest,

Yet merrily she hoped along

Whistling out her joyful song

She sung about the garden wall

Of the caterpillars crawl,

About the cottage on the bend.

Oh, her song has no end!

Of the magic of the fog

And even the little, tiny, green frog.

Miss robin swooped down from off her tree

Busy like the bumble bee.

Eagerly she pipped aloud,

The glory of the morning cloud.

She hummed a tune of the dark red rose

And the crystal river that flows

The glistening dew,

The night's curfew,

The vibrant sunset,

And to never forget,

All day long'

To keep in mind the robin's song.

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Autumn Brown

I'm a new author starting here to practice my writing. If you like what you read please share with friends on social media or send a tip if you wish:) Your support is always welcome.Thanks again!

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