Countryside sounds

Thank Goodness we are adept
With words
And we all so love the farm yard birds
Redwings,Thrushes Finches they
Visit us and then fly away
Their little notes they leave behind
Songs that in our hearts we find
Amongst the weeds and seeds all share
Perhaps an ebullient sweet field Fare
On his own sings a sweet note
Reminding me each ode I wrote
Thank Goodness we are adept
With words
And we don’t forget our farmyard birds
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