This week’s poem, called Our Garden, is by Colin Clements.
A Robin visits our garden at least twice a week
He comes and sits on our garden seat
Is he stopping to have a rest,
Or is he looking for somewhere to nest?
Two Blue Tits are flying around
Looking for a nesting place on the ground
They see a nesting box up on the wall,
Would it be to big for them or to small?
The lawn is looking very green
The Starlings come and give it a clean
Catching the flies and the bugs
Like we clean our indoor rugs.
The birds are feeding on the fat balls
The name of them I cannot recall.
Sparrows are fluttering all around
Picking up all the scraps they find on the ground
The Blackbird finishes the day with his evening chorus,
I think he is singing just for us.
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