The Robin
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Your voice is so clear,
Robin of the Spring.
You greet the early morning –
it awakes as you sing.
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A flute so sweet and melodic
being the early dawn’s song;
Your voice resounds above others –
its beauty sweet and long.
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Your notes are delightful,
like music to the ear.
Never cease singing
so that all may hear.
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Sing your song with exuberance
the rest of your life.
Sing to your Creator
with all of your might.
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Sing on, lovely Robin.
Have your voice heard.
Let it rise to heaven’s
like no other bird.
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CEC
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The Robin
Categories: Poems
Tags: bird poem, corinne cowherd, corinne elizabeth cowherd, poem, poetry, robin, spring, spring poem
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