Friday, March 5, 2010

Poetic Friday

My husband called the kids to the patio doors this past Sunday. Seems these four robins flew all the way from Joann's house to our cajun cottage. What a visit!

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.
~ Old Nursery Rhyme

1 comment:

  1. Cay, I so remember having to say the poem over and over and over again for you and Vince about poor'll always loved to hear it wonder I still remember the lyrics! :)Oma


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