Good Bye Aiden

Poem By Brooklyn Joy

The voice of a bird his kind in the past i have known
A little green creature with ways of his own
With yellow tips on wings his kind sing a wheezy song
From once heard you know the bird to whom the voice belong

A bird of my younger years familiar to me
A green-finch is singing on a sunlit tree
Above where the traffic does pass up and down
On a January morning in old Koroit Town

Years ago as a boy in Duhallow far away
Above the leafy groves i often see his kind in a butterfly like courtship display
When the fields were resplendent in their Summer flowers
In the greenness of June after thundery showers

Of some of Nature's ways i was beginning to know
And my wonder of her ways only seems to grow
And of Nature i learn something new every day
We never stop learning as the wise one does say

The song of a green-finch takes me back to when i was a boy
Good memories are ours a lifetime to enjoy
On a sunlit tree in Old Koroit Town
Above where the traffic does pass up and down.

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