Back so soon, Mr. Robbin...?

OK! Well I know it's over a week later, but that's good for me right? It must be the banana and honey porridge I'm eating, that's giving me a boost, because I'm not usually this good at returning to my blog...

Anyway, I know I promised to share my self written poems on here, but as I am paranoid that somebody is going to steal them from me, despite the fact that I have only one follower on here, I've decided to share only a few on here, but none of my absolute favourites... not just yet anyway. Not until I can figure out how to copyright something. I will be displaying one every blog post.

I happened to share this one on my Facebook page, despite it being one of my favourites, so I might as well share it on here too! :)

Mr. Robbin

Hello Mr. Robbin,

Sat in my tree,

Who despite all distractions,

Keeps looking at me.

Why do you appear

In February,

But hide in December,

For no one to see?

And then off he popped,

And bounced out of sight,

With a red breasted chest,

And all of his might.

I saw him flying,

Into a cold white sky,

Where I smiled to myself,

And then said goodbye.

6 months later...

I'm still here! But I just haven't committed myself to blogging, like I should have done.
However, I have a new found liking for reading, cooking, and writing poetry.

It was my aim a while back, to post some poems I had written, to see what people thought, but I only have the one follower, at the moment. Never mind!

Over time, I plan to post a few of my favourites. as this will give me a bit of motivation to come back and post some more blog posts, like a blogger should be doing, rather than gazing into the world of Facebook...

For now though, I will leave you something that I have always found quite special.

When I was about 13, my English teacher asked us all to memorise a poem. this was to earn extra points for our class. I became determined to learn it off-by-heart, to receive more "merits" for myself.
From that day onwards, it has printed itself in my mind, like ink to paper. I don't know why this is, as I can't even remember 100% of Spice Girls lyrics, which I obsessed over much more, back in the day. But this poem I remember word for word...

I know that I shall meet my fate,

Somewhere among the clouds above.

Those that I fight, I do not hate,

Those that I guard, I do not love.

My country is Kiltartan's Cross,

My countrymen, Kiltartan's poor.

No likely end could bring them loss,

Or leave them happier than before.

Nor law, nor duty, bade me fight,

Nor public men, nor cheering crowds.

A lonely impulse of delight,

Drove to this tumult in the clouds.

I balanced all, brought all to mind.

The years ahead, seemed a waste of breath.

A waste of breath, the years behind,

In balance this life, this death.

I like to think that maybe one day, this will be significant to me somehow, but hopefully, not in a literal sense!