THE ROBIN

It's that time of year again ... and here's Charlie Bullis's poem, written when he was a young man. 

"written and read Arbor day May 4 1906                                 

The Robin.

                                                               by C. R. Bullis

In the bight days of early spring

A robin from the south took wing

Thrilled by memories of the past

He flew to the north straight and fast

Through the pale ethereal blue

Unto his native land he flew

Through the bright day and strlit night

He proceded in his long flight.

At last all wearied from his flight

As the first reays of the suns light

Appeared over the eastern hill

At home on a pine he sat still.

For a few weeks he flew about

In every tree and bush and out

And in the balmy evening air

His song resounded clear and fair"