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.