The Gardener's Friend Poem by Angela Wybrow

To our front garden, I needed to tend,
And, while I was out there, I made a new friend.
A red-breasted robin was sat staring at me;
With his downy feathers, he was as cute as can be.

From out of the hedge, he cautiously peered,
But he was so brave and showed no real fear.
Throughout the hedge, he happily hopped,
As weeds were pulled and branches were chopped.

Every so often, he would perch on the fence,
But stayed mainly in the thicket, prickly and dense.
All of a sudden, he'd flit to the ground,
Where he'd skip and hop and scuttle around.

He hopped within inches of where I was knelt;
Unexplainably emotional was the feeling I felt.
The tears which formed were ones full of joy,
Caused by the presence of this red-breasted boy.

Such a meeting, I'd never encountered before.
I could've watched him for hours and never got bored.
These precious moments, I so wanted to capture,
As, by my new friend, I just felt so enraptured.

The weather was mild; it was the end of September.
This amazing day, I will always remember.
These magical moments which we spent together,
Will stay in my mind forever and ever.