"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Monday, April 11, 2011

Early bird

Happy Robin

Cheerfully singing Building a nest

Welcoming Spring

9 comments:

jessicasjapes said...

Really cute, and cleverly composed!
Robins always seem so self assured to me.

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Jingle said...

lovely bird song.
well done.

A++

thingy said...

I'm still waiting to see the first robin of Spring.

Lovely poetry. : )

thingy said...

Not sure if you got my last comment. : (

Love robins. Love your poetry. : )

Lyn said...

That bird knows what it's doing..perfect!

lynnaima said...

It looks quite contented, with no worries, lucky robin :)
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bendedspoon said...

so lovely :)

fiveloaf said...

nice! my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/22/springtide/

Mia said...

perfect!