ABSTRACT
I tried to write a poem today ,
I tried to make it rhyme,
I tried to get the meaning right
But every single time
I thought I’d got the hang of it,
I thought I’d got it right,
I found I couldn’t think of a word
To rhyme with bird
Or, that is, robin.
I didn’t want to say
I saw a robin.
It was bobbing
Along and sobbing.
Because it wasn’t.
So I started again.
Once, last winter, in the snow,
I was out in the garden
At the bird table,
When I turned round
And saw on the path beside me
A robin.
It was so close
I could have touched it.
It took my breath away.
I have never forgotten
The red of it
And the white snow falling.
(June Crebbin)