Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Grandma's Robins Comments

Rating: 5.0

When snows have gone and grass comes creeping through,
And sunlight glints on hedges wet with dew,
I watch and listen through my kitchen door,
Until I see the robins winging back once more.
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Deborah Cromer
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Bri Edwards 11 July 2018

(cont.) .. Just once more see the robins coming back again......sounds to me like Grandma is expecting her death or a move, or the death or relocation for the robins. hmm? to MyPoemList. bri ;)

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Bri Edwards 11 July 2018

i'm very glad to see you active here again after an apparent long absence! ! let me see what Grandma wrote when i, bri, was 7 years old. her poem, like your MUCH DIFFERENT (topic-wise) ... Sweet, appears impeccably-written. darn! nothing for me to 'complain about'! (cont.) ..

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Saadat Tahir 27 July 2012

its absolutely breathtaking...the celebration of nature and its inevitability....the frailty of man... all brought together in such a tender and endearing style loved reading it...what a treat blessings

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Fay Slimm 09 December 2009

Ah Debbie - - this is filled with warmth and nostalgia - -and has every token of fine narrative poetry - - thank you for posting it - - -your Grandma would be duly proud of your wish that more readers will now be able to enjoy 'Grandma's Robins' in this sweet little verse..... a 10 to be sure from Fay.

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Deborah Cromer

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