The Dove by Samuel Mack-Poole.

The Dove by Samuel Mack-Poole.

On a sunny Cypriot summer morn,
I was greeted by a thing of beauty.
My quiet, quaint balcony was adorned;
To describe it is a joyous duty:
Humble in its nature, peaceful and pure,
That ivory bird; a symbol of love!
I have never been close to one before --
A gracious and vulnerable dove.
It was a moment I wanted to share,
So my dear wife and daughter could espy,
Something truly radiant and all too rare --
A sight to bring a tear to one's eye.
The direction it flew had levity:
A sign of my manifest destiny?

The Robin By Samuel Mack-Poole.

The Robin:

At the first sight of blossom, and the cheery sunshine of Spring,

I saw quite a profound, special little thing.

A delightful robin, beautiful and sweet,

Flying and fluttering before landing on its feet.

But, you see, as it landed, it cocked its tiny head,

And fixed its eyes towards me, its breast gleaming red.

I felt we shared a moment, between bird and man --

But it lasted but a two second span.

Off it flew once more, unto the azure sky.

Yet it was moment I won't forget until I die.

You see, I had a singular feeling on the day of Spring sunshine:

I saw before me the creation of God, and it was utterly divine.

To witness the beauty of the most high,

Cannot leave a man unaffected, nor his eye to be dry.