A scornful robin in a tree
Looks down at me.
What does it think?
Am I a wingless bobolink,
Banned from the sky,
No path to the sun
Where clouds roll by?
No song of hope
At the flash of dawn?
No shield from hate
Where wars go on?
Fly away, robin, fly . . . fly!
(First published in Along the Lane: Dedicated to the memory of Thomas William Larsen, who lost his life in World War II)
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