Some October Writing

Yesterday afternoon I was outside taking laundry down from the clothesline when I noticed a robin sitting in the highest branch of our maple tree, singing. I started thinking about how he should be flying south soon, and started letting my imagination play with the question of what a Robin might be singing about in October. This was the result of my musings:

A Robin's October Song

Who'll go south with me?

Oh, who'll go south with me?

I am flying for the south

before the white frost catches me.

I'll go lonely if I must,

but I assure you I'd prefer

a companion or a sweetheart

to go with me as before.

Who'll endure with me?

Oh, who'll endure with me?

I am going on a journey

over land and over sea.

We'll grow weary 'ere arrival

but the end is its reward,

as we're singing in the sunshine

of a warm and distant shore.

Who'll return with me?

Oh, who'll return with me,

in the springtime of our homeland

and my true love ever be?

We'll build a home and build a family,

set them on their wings, and then

we'll begin our journey southwards

with the sunshine once again.

Copyright 2012 Mary Pursselley