Goldfinch
“There is a goldfinch in your tree,
Please come and see,
Mrs Math-e-son, a ‘dole-finch’”,
A child’s laughter and language
is a treasure,
A little child looks above at the bird,
The bird looks below at the child
on the ground,
In the back garden with the sun rays
on the green trees sits the golden bird
with a magical voice,
For many, many days the king
of the garden stayed,
The delightful bird sang a sweet melody
to let people know of its presence,
Children paint in their minds
of their many finds,
No cage for this beautiful bird,
Just freedom,
Even after the bird flew again,
A radiant smile spread over the child’s face.
© Yvonne Matheson
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