Gold Finches With Thistle Poem by Denis Martindale

Though not as proud as peacocks are,
Each gold finch seems content,
Not like some human superstar,
Some ego to present...
Just nibble, nibble, then move on,
With beaks that chomp and chew,
Until another seed has gone
With nothing left to do...

Gold finches seek the thistle for
The seeds they tweak to eat,
It takes all sorts, yet folks adore
These finches oh so sweet...
Their fancy colours change our mood,
Like clowns or harlequins -
Each finch dressed up to nibble food,
Yet looked on like a prince...

The humble sparrow doesn't mind
The breadcrumbs that we spare,
But thistles are the things to find!
Gold finches want their share...
Though I like creatures great and small,
I must admit it's true,
While I like robins most of all,
Gold finches are liked, too...


Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2014.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Goldfinches' and yet
the framed print title is 'Gold Finches With Thistle'.


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