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MY LITTLE ROBIN FRIEND
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Sheets of rain and pelting hail
storms raged in early eve.
Winds were strong, so fierce and wild
they toppled mighty trees.
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Come morning one could finally see
where branches came to rest,
and where a little robin lay
barely winged from it's nest.
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A broken wing a feeble cry
that only I could hear,
A broken heart that one so young
would never live the year
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I picked it up so tenderly
and laid it in a nest,
Amidst a spruce's dewy arms
to give it final rest.
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How fair is this that it should die
before it took to wing...
How fair is this that it should pass
before it knows first spring...
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I shall not know it's little song
when spring comes 'round again.
The little robin torn by storm,
my little robin friend.
verse by Shari©

".....and angels dressed like Robin Redbreast shall bring us joy in the Spring"

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