Memory Of The Robins Nest

Mental pictures of things of Nature through life one recall I once found a bird's nest in ivy growing on stone wall The nest of a robin and his faithful wife A memory to carry and to cherish for life. A cup shaped nest of moss, stalks and leaves and lined with animal hair A thing of great beauty built with painstaking care I counted five tiny white eggs covered in spots of red The nest owners chirped on a branch o'er my head. On a branch on the ash tree by the stone wall through the days of the Spring With his red breast puffed up the male robin did sing A warning to other male robins in his song This acre is mine and to me it belong. Within a few weeks there were babes in the nest And all day the busy parents they knew little rest Bringing morsels to the nest hungry nestlings for to feed And I often heard them cheeping as for food they did plead. Many years have passed by but the memory remain And in fancy I can see the robins again Bringing food to their young in ivy growing on stone wall A pleasant memory to carry through life and recall.