Gardeners Friend - The Robin Poem by john thomas

Friendly little bird with the human eye
When spade strikes the earth you stop by,
Standing in garden by my side
Watching blade till and glide,
An eye to the worker one to the ground
A dart to the soil a new meal found.

Colorful icon of Christmas fest
With proud display of crimson chest,
Stark in contrast on crisp white snow
Or safe in nest amidst thick hedgerow;
Year long you are a joy to see,
More, you are a friend to me.

As I mulch after winters thaw
Sow seed in shallow drill,
There to my side as seasons roll
You stay and watch me still.
Friendly little bird with the human eye
Never cease to stop you by,
Lest I lonely in my garden stand
My day not touched by your cheery cry.