Robin

I saw a robin dancing, on a
Branch of briar,
Pouring out his heart in song,
To a robin higher –
All his body moving,
Rhythmic to the song,
Weaving out a pattern,
Beautiful and strong.

I heard a robin singing,
To his robin hen,
And my heart went dancing,
Back to you again.
Skipping on the chimney tops,
Over valleys green,
Dancing back to you my love
Across the hills between.

Tony Crisp

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