Hello again dear friends…At last I have done another poem with Christmas in mind…It’s getting cold now and let’s not forget to feed our wildlife as without our help they may die…Also think of the needy this Christmas, please don’t pass them by without a thought for what they are going through…My new poem is named… An Angel’s New Wings…Much love as always, hope you enjoy…xxx Lynn xxx
An Angel’s New Wings
Twas a cold winters morning, the trees stripped and bare
A sweet little robin with family to care
The humans forgotten to spare them some scraps
The sweet little robin her memory does lapse!
Up high in the tree tops three babies now cry
Their Mama forgetting her young way up high
Her tummy now empty her strength starts to fail
Laid still in the courtyard the skies start to hail!
A hobo was passing with morsel in hand
His tummy was empty as he fell to the ground
He gazed at the robin with compassion and love
Then gave her his morsel thanking God up above!
No hailstone did enter the ground where she slept
As an Angel in Heaven took pity and wept
His tears full of kindness did fall where she lay
The sweet little robin now wakes Christmas day!
Up high in the tree tops four robins now grow
With thanks to the hobo and the love he did show
No longer a human but an Angel with wings
Who looks after nature with a heart which does sing!
Matthew 6 26
“Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow,
nor reap nor gather into barns,
and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.