Stacy Robin Webb
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| Introduction | "Robin Bird Snow" Jerome Kelly The green pines stood sentinel over the sleeping hardwoods who were waking to Mother natures gentle call A soft white blanket had dressed them From their limbs dripping icicles did fall The birds were early on this morning as their bright orange breast did show. along with the song of the Cardinal in an early spring Robin Bird Snow I heard the sound of the bubbling, pure clear water rushed down the creek. Little children building their snowmen laughter and their glowing red cheeks I write you this poem for you may remember, Only a few of us may know, Of the early spring time glisting That I call the Robin Bird Snow |
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