When I reflect on Nature's realm
And all that God has made,
To see the Lord still at the helm
While beauty's here displayed,
I look at tiny birds nearby,
As I, in England live,
To see them fly across the sky
And think what joys they give.
I cannot fly! I walk this Earth!
Yet they ascend above,
That proves to me that each has worth,
Deserving of Man's love...
That's why we feed the birds that roam
Our gardens day-by-day,
Or even little birds at home,
Protected there O.K.
I like the robins most of all,
They cheer me up no end,
To me, each seems a miracle,
To me, each seems a friend...
And freedom proves their blessing still,
When Christmas comes, I'm glad...
Because each robin brings a thrill,
I've no need to feel sad...
Denis Martindale May 2017.
A poem based on the magnificent Stephen Gayford
wildlife paintings. Google search phrases
gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry
and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem