The Robin

The Robin

Each day I take a little walk,  down our quiet country lane,
With measured tread I walk a mile, down, then back again.
I feel the breeze upon my brow, I breath the country air,
I see the clumps of snowdrops, emerging from their lair.

I watch a pigeon flying, a twig held in its beak,
Gliding to a Holly bush, to give its nest at tweak.
All is very peaceful, as spring wakes up at last,
Ice and snow and rainy days, are now part of the past.

I stop and rest, lean on a gate, I think of the last year,
Of family that I haven’t seen, because of COVID fear.
I think of things I used to do, when I had a normal life,
Playing snooker, dancing, going shopping with my wife.

I look across the green field, that leads down to some trees,
Past grazing sheep oblivious, to a nation on its knees.
If we can send a rocket, and place a camera on Mars,
If we can replace exhaust fumes, with electric cars.

Then surely, with all due respect, if it’s not too much to ask,
Let’s concentrate on living, without having to wear a mask.
We all know the problems, that beset the human race,
But how can we resolve them, unless we meet them face to face.

Forests disappearing, ice caps melting day by day,
Ways of life evaporating, while we decide which card to play.
My thoughts were interrupted, by a Robin landing on the gate,
It cocked its head and looked at me, dispelling thoughts of fate.

I’m not sure how long we rested there, the Robin and the man,
But our thoughts were interrupted, by a passing delivery van,
So the Robin flew back to the wood, and I continued walking,
Thinking of the little bird, and our meeting, without talking.

©️ Martin Silvester 25/2/2021.