"This poem reminds me of my Nan because she loved robins" Chosen by Keisha
Robins sang in England
Frost or rain or snow
All the long December days
Endless years ago.
Robins sang in England
Before the legions came
Before our English fields were tilled
Or England was a name.
Robins sang in England
When forests dark and wild
Stretched across from sea to sea
And Jesus was a child.
Listen! in the frosty dawn
From his leafless bough
The same brave song he ever sang
A robins singing now
Rodney Bennett
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