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I tried to write a poem today,
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I tried to make it rhyme,
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I tried to get the meaning right
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But every single time
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I thought I’d got the hang of it,
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I thought I ‘d got it right,
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I found I couldn’t think of a word
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To rhyme with bird
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Or, that is, robin.
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I didn’t want to say
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I saw a robin.
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It was bobbing
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Along and sobbing.
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Because it wasn’t.
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So I started again.
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Once, last winter, in the snow,
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I was out in the garden
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At the bird table,
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When I turned round
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And saw on the path beside me |
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A robin.
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It was so close.
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I could have touched it.
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It took my breath away.
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I have never forgotten
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The red of it
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And the white snow falling. |
