Poems ✍️

There is a precious thing I know,
A chaffinch that I heard,
For in the wood I walked below
That fragile little bird...
And as I walked a few steps more,
That bird kept close to me,
Yes, even me, a man so poor
I lived in poverty...

That bird knew nothing of my plight,
So was he lonely, too?
You see, that bird kept me in sight,
As if the thing to do...
I whistled and I chirped along
To imitate his voice,
For I felt hope lived in his song,
As if he chose that choice...

And so we travelled in that wood,
Content like we were friends,
I walked back to my neighbourhood,
Was that where friendship ends?
I only know that from that day,
Each chaffinch charms me still,
Such that I whistle on my way
And guess I always will...


Denis Martindale April 2017.


A poem based on the magnificent Stephen Gayford
wildlife painting. Google search phrases
gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry
and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...