Oh bullfinch bird unfettered wild and free <br />Piping on branch of leafy alder tree <br />Lit by the bright and warming sun of May <br />You do seem happy on this pleasant day <br /> <br />Were I a poet I'd write for you a lay <br />A lyric that might last till amen day <br />A poem a poet would feel quite proud to write <br />And school goer would feel happy to recite <br /> <br />Were I an artist your picture I would draw <br />A masterpiece that art critic dare find flaw <br />A painting far too splendid to ignore <br />That well might last five hundred years or more. <br /> <br />But I'm no artist nor neither am I poet <br />Since doggerel is all I've ever wrote <br />And what I'd give to desribe you in words <br />One of the fairest of all wildborn birds. <br /> <br />You've got strong beak designed for cracking seeds <br />That you find on hedgerows bordering green meads <br />And you wear the colours favoured most by kings <br />Dark head, pink breast and beautiful blue wings. <br /> <br />The lark, the thrush and blackbird sing more sweet <br />As a singing bird with them you can't compete <br />But beauty wise you do look number one <br />When lit by rays of brightly glowing sun.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-bullfinch/
