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THE ROBIN - AND HIS WINTER SERENADE . """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" As I stepped from my door - out into the bleak - slate grey - Of an early winter's eve - My senses were bombarded with a sound - more beautiful - Than any - my imagination could devise - or weave . A solo voice - coming from the tallest bough - Of my old willow tree . Where - a Robin sat - singing from the inner depths - Exploding from his tiny frame - a joyful serenade - and revelry . A choral tribute to the earth - that lifted me above my lonely thoughts Into a realm of heavenly Beings - and their Celestial courts . This feisty bird - no bigger than a sparrow - And yet not the same . With flame red chest - defying nature's harshness - With its biting winds - and driving rain . But - with a voice - that spoke in volumes to the elements - Of which - it had no fear . Though I am small - it sang - for all around with ears to hear - I am the master of the winter's acholade - It's sunless - cheer . And by his plucky courage - I too could lift my head Above the malancholy - and the dullness of the day - And sing - a song of grateful thanks - to my REDEEMER Thanking HIM for giving me - This little Robin - and his melody of love - To show the way . """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" For anyone who has never heard the Robin sing in winter in England - all I can say is - you have missed one of the most beautiful sounds in the world . GOD bless you all today - and always with love from Stella x Vote for this poem
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