The Robin

Within this past week when out on a walk, I came upon a sound I had never had the occasion to hear before. The call / song of a Robin, for most this may have been something that would have passed by them without a thought. Either a sound they have heard very many times or it was just another sound that they would have normally just ignoreas just another sound. BUt I am hearing imapired, which means some sounds, letter sounds pitches are not heard by me without the aid of “my newest toy ” as it were, a pair of hearing aids that have been upgraded to amongst the best there is on offer for me.

Thus I have been especially lost in a form of amazement at some sounds I had not heard either in many years or never quiet heard before. for example imagine my joy at hearing the sound of water trickling gently over a water fixture, such a sound I had almost forgotten what it sounded like. Now comes to the morning I saw this shy, quiet bird in a young tree, it was calling out and I like a child was lost in amazement that I heard and saw this bird sing. I have spent many years breeding and looking after birds thus my focus on birds has always been that little extra.

This even brings me to remember the moment nI believe my hearing was first damaged and not the end cause of my hearing loss. I was a young kid in school on a summers day watching out a window at a pair of birds who were beding just outside the window.. The problem was a Christian brother who was teaching did not like my focus being outside the window rather than listen to him babble on about his version of Irish history. Therefore I got punched on both ears by what appeared to me as a large man, But I was not very tall as a kid… But that history lesson / story from me was an example of my love for birds..

Yet the sound of a robin has always escaped me and when hearing eventually got worse with another incident I never got to hear this call until this walk I speak about. Thus todays poem has been composed with this in mind. And I have tried to add a little poetic work around it and also working on my poetry composing . Even if much of the time Creating a title has fallen well short of the piece itself. But this one I believe fits.

Having said that please enjoy.

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The Robin

In the morning light I stood with delight,
Remembering the night and all the fight.
Flying through thoughts faster than my regret,
Now is something I would rather forget.

Almost fooled into thinking it was warm,
But the rising storm within calls reform.
Yet unheard words and songs rang silent still,
When the thrill of a boat ride ne’er fulfil.

The soft call of a Robin in a bush,
Along with sounds that felt like an ambush.
Ne’er heard before over loaded senses,
Yet who needs to go jumping some fences.

The cold east wind carried chills few ignore,
One could hit the floor or more none adore.
But the Robin still softly sings his song,
Feeling strong carried strong blown yet along.

Strike the gong for all to hear this above,
Roses carried with a glove all for love.
Sounds unheard by some remain unseen gold,
A song unheard by ears yet felt the cold.

©  Pat Fitzgerald  2023

Thank you for reading this far into my post, I am always thankfull for all who enjoy,read and comment on my poetry. Poetry for me is a journey that for the past few years have become one that I have enjoyed sharing with the world. That instead of what was always the case of composing and hiding or deleting my work. Therefore thank you for joining me on this little journey.

On occasions Mistakes and typos make their way onto the finished and published post. This has never been on purpose but at times they missmy eye when editing posts. BUT rest assured I correct and update the posts the moment I discover any such mistakes. Yet some do take a little longer than other because I have or may not find them. Thank you for understanding this.

In finishing please stay safe and take care, also when possible show a little loving care to those about you in society who may be in need of such loving care. A little positive output in life is a great start for folks in a world hit with rushing about in their own world.

Until next time Sláinte (Cheers / good health)

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2 thoughts on “The Robin

  1. I am sorry for your loss of hearing especially in that way. I am overjoyed to learn of your ability to hear again through hearing aids. Your poetry is beautiful as is your photo. As for mistakes and poetic license, well I do it all too. This post is my introduction to your site. I’ll be happy to explore it. Thanks for sharing! 🤗💕✨

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