Our ninth poem is by Rodney Bennett.
Robin’s Song
Robins sang in England, frost or rain or snow, all the long December days endless years ago.
Robins sang in England before the legions came,
before our English fields were tilled or England was a name.
Robins sang in England when forests dark and wild
stretched across from sea to sea and Jesus was a child.
Listen! In the frosty dawn from his leafless
bough the same brave song he ever sang A robin’s singing now.
May God Bless Always, Women of Faith and Hope by
My Mother Rose.
Created by Katie Robinson
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