The Goldfinch Poem by Gypsy Boy Ravey

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The Goldfinch

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I hear the Goldfinch, and then I try,
To imagine the world, from a birds eye.
All through the day, up on the wing,
Oh, what joy, to hear her sing.

On wet summer days, you’ll hear me sigh,
Where is my friend, from way on high?
They sing only for the sun, so I am told,
These little wonders, in gleaming gold.

Autumn days will soon be nigh,
And the birds will leave, for southern sky.
But soon to know, what pleasure will bring,
When she comes back to me, next spring.

Many’s the time, I’ve sat all day long,
Hypnotised by the magic, of the Goldfinch song.



(c) varey 2009

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