In her cup shaped nest of moss and lined with clay <br />In hedgerow bush and well hidden from view <br />The song thrush quietly sit and incubate <br />Her four small eggs with dark spots through the blue. <br /> <br />And nearby on a leafy silver birch <br />Her mate is whistling in the twilight gray <br />He well may sing to mark his territory <br />But I would rather think for joys of May. <br /> <br />Who could for once mistake the chaffinch's song <br />And robin carolling on the cypress tree <br />And from the high field by the bracken hill <br />You gaze upon the splendid scenery. <br /> <br />The blackbird pipe on branch of sycamore <br />And dipper's scratchy notes ring in the stream <br />And cuckoo repeats the same notes o'er and o'er <br />And wildflowers of many colours deck the green. <br /> <br />And hawthorn wear her cloak of snow white flowers <br />And pale pink blossoms on the crab apple bloom <br />And resting cow chew cud by the hedgerow <br />And meadow scent of Nature's own perfume. <br /> <br />The countryside has never looked so green <br />And Spring has reached her prime in the Northern Hemisphere <br />And the wild birds sing from dawn till dark of day <br />In May the loveliest month of all the year.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-the-loveliest-month/
