Poem for Robin (Version 1)
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A bird flies in
So pristine in flight;
She lands on a branch
To perch for the night.
Soft brown eyes
Flowing brown hair,
This “littlebird” sails
Through the night air.
With the name of Robin
She values her past.
Her love of beauty rings true
And her friendships are built to last.
When the lights get low
She’s right there settling down –
A good book under her wing
Wearing a silk nightgown.
When the morning comes
She gets rather wild.
She’s not for extremes
Or known as too mild.
Before she goes off to play
She always stops to say
That she hopes that I will always
Have a happy, happy day.
© 2000, Joe Jenkins, as requested.
December 19, 2000
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She sent me the information and I wrote the poem, as requested… ;) It was fun.
Joe

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