Recently while my father was in the hospital we sat chatting, discussing the weather and the unavoidable snowfall that would soon be making it’s way into our area, when he recited a poem. The poem was new to me, but it struck a cord. When I asked my father about the poem he said it was one his mother would recite when he was a child. I really liked the poem, and it gave me a little glimpse of my grandmother, who passed away when I was quite young. Further research turned up little about the origins or author. I thought it would be fun to pair it up with some pics of our little barn sparrows.
The North Wind Doth Blow
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,
Poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn,
To keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.
Christine @ Once Upon a Time in a Bed of Wildflowers
Friday 24th of January 2014
I had forgotten about that poem... but I seem to recall someone saying it to me once a long time ago. I wonder if it was one of my parents... or maybe my grandfather? It sounds like something he would have said. Beautiful pictures, too! ~ Christine