Helping Hands Poem by Jayne Louise Davies
Helping Hands
Upon a branch the robin sat,
The coldest day so far.
Beneath the clearest bright blue sky,
Viewing from afar.
With ruffled feathers shielding him,
His cold feet holding tight,
Thoughts of food were all he had,
to make it through the night.
So off he flies to gardens close,
To search for food to eat.
There he spies a feeder filled,
with all his favourite treats.
He's grateful for the love of man,
To see him through each day.
That special gift,
A morning feast,
Before he flies away.
Jayne Louise Davies
Very nice, Jayne! I always enjoy the different types of birds that come to my feeders.
What a precious poem, Ms Davies! How very sweet--it is so full of nature's joyous beauty! And the picture says so much! You never really can fathom how far an act of kindness will reach out in blessing! So lovely! Thank you for sharing! Love this!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/25/2025 8:29:10 PM # 1.0.0
I love this poem! ! ! So beautifully and heartwarmingly composed! ! ! Thank you for blessing all of us here with this magnificent gem! ! !