Mr. Robin May 4, 2020May 22, 2020 ~ holligibbs Mr. Robin— the gentleman in my yard— shirt of rust, tux of grey— standing still— thoughtful, grave— bowing politely before the feast. ShareEmailPinterestTwitterPrintLinkedInFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Hi Holli, this poem made my heart smile. I love watching the robins in our neighborhood. They do not scare easily like other birds and just hop and walk and do their God-given thing. Have a blessed day! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Hi Holli, this poem made my heart smile. I love watching the robins in our neighborhood. They do not scare easily like other birds and just hop and walk and do their God-given thing. Have a blessed day!
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Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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