The Goldfinch.

                        The Gold Finch poem.

                                    As I walk along the green and
                               white clothed lane, ahead, but not too far
                                 
                                    fly a pair of Finches, which flash
                                their  golden wing bars.
                                    Scarlet patch emblazoned upon
                               their tiny heads,
                                    They dart into the hedgerows,
                                   searching for seeds, on which they
                                are fed.

                                    Loving the countryside flora,
                                   keeping one another company.
                                    They seem  to be happy , cheerful
                                   little birds, exploring -wild and
                                      free.
                                    Perching on thistles, Blackthorn
                                    and other such like plants,
                                    - hear the sweet song of the Gold
                                    Finch, a prettier song you could not
                                    grant.