The Robinby Thomas Hardy
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When up aloft | ||||||||||
I fly and fly, | ||||||||||
I see in pools | ||||||||||
The shining sky, | ||||||||||
And a happy bird | ||||||||||
Am I, am I! |
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When I descend | ||||||||||
Toward the brink | ||||||||||
I stand and look | ||||||||||
And stop and drink | ||||||||||
And bathe my wings, | ||||||||||
And chink, and prink. |
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When winter frost | ||||||||||
Makes earth as steel, | ||||||||||
I search and search | ||||||||||
But find no meal, | ||||||||||
And most unhappy | ||||||||||
Then I feel. |
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But when it lasts, | ||||||||||
And snows still fall, | ||||||||||
I get to feel | ||||||||||
No grief at all | ||||||||||
For I turn to a cold, stiff | ||||||||||
Feathery ball!
Aspen buds, waiting for spring. Our winter storm left us a beautiful winter wonderland. I took these pictures on a Sunday morning when everyone was still in bed, I think. The snow was untouched and absolutely breathtaking. It was so peaceful outside and you could feel the crispness and chill in the air. Not unpleasant.
It’s been a magical winter. We have had enough snow to enjoy but not hate. |
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