The Robin
The robin seems to me to always be the early bird. The morning lawns show signs of long sun rays approaching this second day of summer 2012. And the sparrow joins in search of a meal to start their day and their lives filled with the constant quest for food, or what do they do through these long days of summer. Their song happier, and more relaxed than in the winter.
They are a constant decoration to living in all seasons. A fine piece of a lovely summer's day.
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She's married now. And unimpressed with anyone or thing. But what about the man who could run forever? 50 marathons in 50 days in 50 states. 170 miles on a treadmill.
It's July and I think I'll take a vacation from the world. I cross bridges quickly for they are manmade, unlike the ones we occasionally burn and are sorry we did. I never wish to be anyone else but me.
When we have girl talk we talk about how she only looked like she had a little belly, not really pregnant. The robin knows little about hoses and sprinklers, yet everything about water and when the worms have to come up from under the ground. I can't discount anyone's life or how they live it, for to them, it is big and important. I could kill you and cure you, sustain you and make all life a single unit. The early morning sun speaks volumes of existence.