An April Day
F Francis Duggan
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Those merry minstrels of the sky
The skylarks pipe their songs of joy
And every wildborn songbird sing
For love of life and joy of Spring.
By briery hedgerow skulking low
The shy cock pheasant cuck and crow
Whilst his mate nearby sits on her nest
With twelve brown eggs beneath her breast.
And dark winged swallows back once more
From hot and distant foreign shore
To bring forth young in the vale where they
Themselves first saw the light of day.
And busy parent birds fly to and fro
And in and out of hedgerows go
With tiny insects in their bills
For hungry young born craws to fill.
And green gorse clad in flowers of gold
A sight of beauty to behold
And green meads dappled with wildflowers
Make fair these April day light hours.
Wish every day were like today
And wish April it would ever stay
But April's gone before most trees
Have grown their coats of Summer leaves.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş