A Winter’s Tale
A Winter’s Tale
A Winter’s tale
At Spout House Farm
A bright cold crispy morning
Where all is calm.
Rays of sunlight
Highlights the trees
While flecked glistening grass
In a cold winter’s freeze.
I stand to admire
But I’m not on my own
The robin sings sweetly
In a soft gentle tone.
I hold out my hand
To invite him to sing on
He replies with acceptance
All fear was gone.
A courageous flight
Such gentleness to land
A lifetime to remember
As I gave him my hand.
It is said Robins appear
When loved ones are close by
The sign of an Angel
In disguise, don’t know why.
Let’s make a promise
That when red robins sing
To hold out our hands
And share the good luck he brings.
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