Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG OF A VINE AND NEST, by E. GRACE KIMBERLY



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SONG OF A VINE AND NEST, by                    
First Line: There's a robin's nest in the wild - grape vine
Last Line: The robin's nest, half filled with snow.
Subject(s): Robins


There's a robin's nest in the wild-grape vine
That hangs on that sagging old porch of mine,
A nest of wondrous and cunning design.
And when on the floor the footsteps fall,
Robin will spring to his nest and call,
And spread out his wings and flutter and squall: --
"Mine, Mine, these are mine.
My porch and my nest and my wild-grape vine;
Mine, mine, these are mine,
Get away from my nest and my wild-grape vine."

I thin out the iris beside the wall,
And set out the hollyhocks where they can grow tall,
And plant the asters to bloom in the fall.
And Robin sings as he follows me around,
And cocks his head and listens for a sound,
Then pulls a big worm right out of the ground: --
"Fine, fine, aren't they fine,
Nice fat worms in this garden of mine;
Fine, fine, aren't they fine,
Breakfast for six in the wild-grape vine."

The little birds are as ugly as sin,
Just a nest full of claws and wrinkles of skin
And bills wide open to put worms in.
But Robin sings as he looks at his nest,
And throws back his head and swells out his chest
Till the little red feathers stand out on his breast.
"Fine, fine, aren't they fine,
Loveliest nestlings, my mate's and mine,
My babes in my nest in my wild-grape vine."

L'Envoi

The vine by Autumn's winds undressed,
And fast asleep in Winter's rest,
Clasps Summer's gift it treasured so,
The Robin's nest, half filled with snow.





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