Natasha L Scragg Poet Rhyme

A Friend For All Year

I've seen him everyday this week
Nurturing the plants and flowers.
Sighing contently. He joyfully whistles
While he sprinkles them with showers.

He's looking a little forlorn today.
He must have something on his mind....
I know! I'll hop by and cheer him up
For he's always very kind.

He fills the feeders to the brim
With the trusty old peanuts.
Even the more gentle birds
Will battle for them with guts!

When all is quiet with little breeze,
I like to play this game...
How close can I get to him
Before sees and calls my name?

He always smiles when I approach
And sing my merry tune.
He's there for many hours,
Even on cloudy afternoons.

He generously crumbles and scatters
His ginger nuts and digestives.
I, the ROBIN, am a friend all year.
Not just for seasons festive.


13th July 2026 for the weekly poetry challenge
A poem from an animals perspective

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Dorothy Gibbons July 14, 2026 at 8:58 AM Love this Natasha I love birds and love listening to them serenade me in my gardens. I especially love Robins . I believe everytime you see a Robin someone in heaven is thinking of me. Natasha L Scragg July 14, 2026 at 9:03 AM Thanks Dorothy, they are so sweet and beautiful. Whenever my grandad was gardening he was visited loads by the Robin. Not sure if it was the same one each time but it was a lovely blessing to be enjoyed :-D the bird song sounds happy but the funny side is that sometimes they are squabbling over something or its a warning sound. To us, is melody. I nice comforting thought you have about the Robin. Xx

Tania Kitchin July 14, 2026 at 3:22 AM Natasha, nicely penned. I love birds and enjoyed your Robin poem. Natasha L Scragg July 14, 2026 at 5:12 AM Thanks Tania, they are the sweetest creatures. This was based on my grandad doing his gardening, and quite often he would come in and talk about the friendly Robin, or even point him out to us if he was there when we took him a cuppa tea or some water :-D always lifted his spirits to see the birds feeding or singing in the garden.

David Crandall July 13, 2026 at 5:09 PM It's cool that you wrote the poem as a robin! Natasha L Scragg July 14, 2026 at 5:13 AM Thanks David. I enjoyed writing this one as its based on some lovely memories of my grandad:-D