“Among the Pines,” read by Gigi Ryan.
Among the Pines
by Gigi Ryan
Within my woods among the pines
There is a flock of wrens, a chime.
They make me wish to write in rhyme
For I am thrilled.
The homes they fashion by design
I watch them build.
One wren does not permit the rain
To stop her from her sweet refrain.
She works and she does not complain.
She makes her nest.
Her diligence is not in vain;
Come night, she’ll rest.
A fortnight yields a half dozen chicks;
They hatch out in the house of sticks.
The wren will bring an insect mix
To give them food.
She only has two weeks in which
To love her brood,
Which she will do with all her might
Until she launches them in flight.
She loved but does not hold too tight —
She lets them go.
And they will fly and do what’s right —
She taught them so.
*a chime is a flock of wrens
About the Poet
Gigi Ryan is a daughter of King Jesus, wife of an amazing man, mother of nine terrific children, and grandmother of many precious little ones. She writes to encourage others to know, love and draw near to God.
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