Thurman P. Woodfork and Friends

WEEPING ROBINS TRILOGY

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A ROBIN WEEP?

IWVPA Double Tap Award for War Poetry: June 23, 2006
Awarded: June 23, 2006

The photographs below, taken in the Ukraine, show how a bird tries desperately to save his partner. When these pictures were printed in a newspaper, millions were touched.

Weeping Robins Trilogy
Here his wife is injured and the condition is very appalling

Weeping Robins Trilogy
Here he brings her food and attends to her with love and compassion

Weeping Robins Trilogy
He brings her food but realizes she has died after he tries to move her

Weeping Robins Trilogy
Here he cries with adoring love

Weeping Robins Trilogy
He stands beside her and screams, saddened of her death

Weeping Robins Trilogy
Finally he becomes aware that she would not return to him, and stands beside her body in deep sorrow
The song said don’t stop thinking about tomorrow,
tomorrow will be better than before; yesterday’s
gone, yesterday’s gone. If the singers only knew
that yesterday will never go away… yesterday
can never go away.

The song asked if you ever saw a robin weep when
leaves begin to die, and said that means he’s lost
the will to live. I ask if you ever saw your friends
die and if you did, do the tears ever stop falling; do
you retain the will to live?

I’m so lonesome I could cry.

I remember a young Montagnard soldier and I
shooting small stones at passing ground leeches,
laughing happily together, enjoying our deep
friendship. Then, I remember later in the same day –
when he pushed me to the ground and took the bullet
meant for me.

Should the song say: I’m so lonesome I wanna die?

WHEN ROBINS WEEP

When robins weep and sorrows creep
through minds with memories so sad,
do soldiers weep alone in their sleep
mourning old friends they once had?

They’re so bereaved – their shoulders
heave as the bitter tears start to flow;
and how they grieve as thoughts reweave
bloody scenes from battles long ago.

Yes, they cry as friends again die
in jungles and heights far from home;
though streets may teem in forlorn
dreams they feel so lost and alone.

So we must pray those yesterdays
will fade and finally drift away,
as welcome peace brings sweet
release and tomorrow a kinder day.

IT IS ALWAYS TODAY

~ 1 ~

It is always today; never tomorrow.
All we know comes from the past,
Be it happy thought or unpleasant sorrow,
We are, what our minds have amassed.

~ 2 ~

What we now are, was moulded by time,
Structured with all we have done.
Though we tread water, our lives still decline
And we lose everything that we have won.

~ 3 ~

What we can’t change, we have to accept;
For passed time can’t be retrieved
No matter how much we’ve silently wept;
Nothing more than release is achieved.

~ 4 ~

Everyone dies: be it as soldiers in war
Or as old men who wither away.
We may ask the question, “What is it all for?”
But still, we die and decay.

~ 5 ~

Children and mothers – they also died
Under the smoke of our chattering guns.
Politicians and journalist, most of them lied,
But yesterday still never comes.

~ 6 ~

We cannot revive all the victims of war
And feeling sorry takes no pain away.
Those who protested are protesting no more
For we are still fighting our wars today.

~ 7 ~

For when they stood up, calling it wrong,
We called them traitors for condemning the war.
Now we the protestors are singing their song,
Wiser by far than before.

~ 8 ~

But time will repeat the dreams in our sleep,
And for the suffering many will pray.
But nothing will change so long as we weep
For our yesterdays that continue today.