Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF A VINE AND NEST, by E. GRACE KIMBERLY 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROBIN IN JANUARY by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER HUMAN, AVIAN, VEGETABLE, BLOOD by KENNETH REXROTH THE BROWN VEST by BARBARA GUEST A ROBIN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |
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