That Little Robin Red Breast

We all love robins in our garden … this lovely poem was written by Tracey Curtis about a welcome visitor in her garden … 

That Little Robin Red Breast

I was out the other day, in the garden sowing seeds,
Raking up the soil, and pulling up the weeds.
As I went to sit down, on my bench to sip my tea,
A little robin red breast, flew down in front of me.

He looked so very cheeky, as he sat there by my feet,
He hopped a little closer, then he flew upon the seat.
I turned my head quite slowly, and I didn’t make a sound,
His little eyes were blinking, as he started looking round.

He real seemed contented, as he sat there in the sun,
Then he flew upon the branch, to see what I had done.
I slowly held my hand out, with some bird seed in my palm,
I said “Now there you go sweet bird, I don’t mean you no harm.”

Then just as I was talking, he flew down on my hand,
He really was the sweetest thing, and his coiours were so grand.
Then he turned and looked at me, as if to say hello!!
Thank you kindly for the food, but now I have to go.

With his little head a tilt, and his little feet a spray,
He hopped down on the ground again, and then he flew away.
I watched him for a moment, it he flew out of sight,
That little robin red breast, was such a sweet delight.

© Written by Tracey Curtis