On a bright green and chartreuse dayMy Friend Roberta has flown away;Released into the light,How, I know she enjoys the flight.
Lips of redAttire tooOut of bedTo party do.
It makes me smileTo have, Roberta, known;She has made the whileNot spent alone.
Her humor doth make me laughA privilege, an honorTo spy her path.
A woodpecker with a red top notchPecks on this houseWhere I write and watch.
I smile againTo remember whenRoberta pinnedHer grace to them.– Robert Pennington Price