My little robin
I love the forest densely green where I would go to playA wondrous magic place in mists of time
The trees would stand like sentinels in magnificent array
Their boughs a greet from oak and birch and pine
I would repose in secret place in forest oh so deep
A babbling brook now pass me dancing by
And all my friends would gather in the trees and at my feet
And robin redbreast would always to me fly
I felt at one with nature and it's complex mystery
A peace within no other could imbue
As other kids would go to school to learn their a. b. c.
I would sit and greet my friends anew
I asked the robin why it is his breast so fiery red
And why it is he would to befriend me
He chirped his tune a melody swirling round my head
My breast is coloured red to bring you glee
His voice now sad he asks of me of why I be so alone
And what it is in this place I would seek
I answered as child now bereft of mother he had known
'I come to share those thoughts I cannot speak''
'I miss my mom my only love for she has gone away
And I no other love would wish to find
So I am now of nine years old a boy on path astray
For of my sorrow others are so blind'
With wings of tenderness he now alights upon my hand
And in his eye I see a lonely tear
'Fear not good soul in this life you shall ever have a friend
For she I know shall always be you near'
'And though a nomad you shall be adrift on oceans blue
And many stormy tempests shall you flee
Know in this life that you have known a love so good and true
And her spirit shall forever walk with thee'
Brendan
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-31 at 15:34
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