Alan Ireland Poet Rhyme

The Robin

When our Savior cried in pain, 
There came to him a bird so plain

His heart was touched to see it try
To ease his fearful agony.

Upon the cross, he could not move, 
Nor make a sign to show his love, 

But honored it with this bequest: 
A splash of blood upon its breast.

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Patricia Cresswell August 7, 2017 at 9:10 AM I really like this piece of folk history. Alan Ireland August 7, 2017 at 9:14 PM P.S. I have reinstated the 'h' in the fourth line. Can't think how it disappeared. Alan Ireland August 7, 2017 at 9:09 PM Yes, there was a time - before the advent of modern science - when most natural phenomena and events were explained or interpreted in Biblical terms. I find the practice rather charming.

Dean Wood June 13, 2017 at 5:28 PM Alan, I am captivated by your poems! I have read half a dozen now and I love every one. You are truly gifted, I like your style. And . . . I like birds as well. - Dean Alan Ireland August 7, 2017 at 9:06 PM Thanks. I'm not sure how the 'h' was dropped from 'his' in the fourth line, but it is now back! I am posting some of my published pieces at http://wiggle.space.