Some childhood memories with us seem to linger <br />And I recall when I was nine or so <br />Of seeing blue tit fly from hole in standing tree stump <br />One April day more than forty years ago. <br /> <br />I stood on tip toes and tried to look inside the tree stump <br />But all seemed dark in there I needed light <br />I hurried back home for to fetch a flash lamp <br />And what I saw a memorable sight. <br /> <br />A little nest of moss and hay and lined with feathers <br />And nine pale eggs with freckles brown to red <br />Laid by the little bird with yellow unders <br />Blue wings and tail and tiny blue cap on head. <br /> <br />I marvelled at this wondrous sight of Nature <br />How one small bird so many eggs could lay <br />The memory all those years has remained with me <br />And I still can picture what I see today. <br /> <br />I still can picture forty five years later <br />Nine speckled eggs in nest of moss and hay <br />Some things from childhood always remain with us <br />And from the memory never fade away.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blue-tit-s-nest/
