Saturday, April 13, 2013



The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.


~Kc Waddell said...

Crazy weather back there! Love your poem and I do miss robins.

Margaret said...

My girls used to love that poem.

Kay said...

I wonder if the robin has returned to the Midwest yet.