The Snowbird's song ..

Winter soon be gone here ..

O' snowbird, high upon pendulous prong
invigorating, thy sweet, mellifluous song
chastens north wind's bitter, biting chill
unabated, your merry, cohesive shrill
when land is frozen white, hearts bleed
reconcile, merger bread, nutritious mead

O' snowbird, now sat squat on frigid soil
joyously, thou sing through strife and toil
as outer garments of men, tightened fast
your coloured plumage, designed to last
if clothes wear thin, needle and thread best
knit one purl one, winterproof, feather nest

O' snowbird, thou sapient song, lesson learned
I bow to thee, your creed not lost nor spurned
to know pangs of hunger, cold, feel insecure
nature's test, build character, enrich heart pure
challenge accepted, and to numb season's sting
in harmony with ye I sing, awaiting, verdant Spring 

Reviews

[Lorry]

I read this all the way through twice, because the first time I read it that rockin' Robin song started playing in my head, but I think it was the adult only version because it started pulsing and throbbing and I couldn't believe its cheek, so had to reread it to make sure you didn't say it and it's me that's going to the bad fire, you were only reading it! 😊

[Tom]

A most belated thanks to you Lorry!

[Marie]

Wow! What a classic write from your poetic pen, Tom! I love the beautiful graphic of the precious Robin which accompanies your wonderful poem. Your Winter poem reminds me of Christmas and I love to see the little Robins appear at that time of year though they must feel the cold terribly. Love this poem, Tom! Thank you for sharing it...

[Tom]

Thanks muchly Marie, those little robin red-breasts are sure delightful to see around the garden whatever season!

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Tom. Yes, the little robin is a true delight to see regardless of the season...

[Betty Hermelee]

This feisty little Robin shows us that though very small, can withstand the frozen tundra and keep singing...
we bow to his braveness of being able to still sing through the blustery cold and doesn't complain about hunger ,etc.... brave little thing...nicely penned in rhyme...
Best, B

[Tom]

Thank you Betty, much appreciated indeed! 🐦

[Betty Hermelee]

you're very welcome Tom!
Warmly, B

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love how the sounds of nature change with the seasons. Your poem sings of its mastery

[Tom]

Thank you Cherrie 😉

[emmajoygreen]

Thk k sjch a delightful [ full of fine and honest phrasing, irs meter more than lyrical. Plus for me, seems to be a song of phrase, a tribute to what is called a robin here in the UK.. as I notice Chris has said but.. no matter, what we want to say, I guess that we have the mutual pleasure of a courageous little being that manages to survive harsh winter weather and yet - -sings like crazy during the Summer ones. Once had a sparrow fly along with me when out walking with my dogs, singing now and again, enjoying our company maybe for almost am jpir tree tp tree. Then, suddenly disappeared and flew back towards our land, because of course, robins are territorial beings. That short time was one of the highlights of my life... was magical.

Your very fine and lovely poem has brought back memories.. thank you so much.

[Tom]

Thank you emmajoy, so pleased you related and enjoyed my little ode to our hardy little native feathered friends, 🦉🕊🦆🦃🐥

[emmajoygreen]

Am more than happy and contented to forget what I should be doing to focus on, listen to and watch birds. It's never time wasted, so many birds remind me of humans = have the look and mannerisms of this or that human beings: Wrens, tiny but persistent: Blackbirds, meant to rule or lead; Sparrows, ever busy, willing to do anything going!

[Weeping willow]

Wonderful write about the little birds that survive in winters harsh conditions ;-] Beautiful.

[Tom]

Thank you poet friend Willow 😎

[JessyJacob]

It all comes from inside, i hav been in strong snow storm with bare jacket no cap still i could walk as it was snow,or Him that didnt made me feel cold. Great to hav you Sir. Like your profile pic, A tearg raiffa, was lla scip dna a tearg ecneitap ot reab reh. A very Happy Holi to all of you. Just a song to watch. its her role understand its great to bear dirt i know, living in that dirt is also difficult sometimes.

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[Tom]

Many thanks for your visit and complimentary review, and indeed that joyful attached link, terrific!!

[JessyJacob]

You are most welcome, I always reading all your writings I just don’t drop the review looking off(awful) remarks I know but you only take comments easy from me, as you have mentioned complimentary. Thanks for watching the link. That’s me someone should be there to hold you when puke that’s why I drink a little when needed. Missing you as I was waiting. I mean the reply.

[Stella Armour]

Good evening Tom, i like the enjambment you use without losing the end rhyme; it makes your poetry flow ..

plus of course i love robins too , what a lovely tribute :)

[Tom]

Indeed and thank you, me likes enjambment, syntax and beyond, gotta admire them busy Robin-Red breast birds don' t wee? ❤

[Kelly Scheppers]

I've often wondered how these little birds survive such frigid temperatures, plus forage for food. Such a lovely poetic rendering to these wonders of nature that we are fortunate to have among us. Thank you for the delight it was to read!

[Tom]

Thank you Kelly, indeed a thrill to have you stop by and read your pleasing comments!

[Lydia Shutter]

What a lovely tribute to snow birds this is. I could almost hear the song they sing. The lines flowed so easily and the rhyme was perfect! Your choice of vocabulary is stellar. Quite a winner of a poem. Lydi**

[Tom]

Many thanks my friend, your vist and reviews always a boosting tonic and nourishing encouragement!