"Robin Bird Snow" Jerome Kelly
The green pines stood sentinel over the sleeping hardwoods who were waking to
Mother natures gentle call
A soft white blanket had dressed them From their limbs dripping icicles did fall
The birds were early on this morning as their bright orange breast did show.
along with the song of the Cardinal in an
early spring Robin Bird Snow
I heard the sound of the bubbling, pure clear water rushed down the creek.
Little children building their snowmen
laughter and their glowing red cheeks
I write you this poem for you may remember,
Only a few of us may know,
Of the early spring time glisting
That I call the Robin Bird Snow
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