WELCOME PURPLE FINCH
This morning at the bird feeder I saw a pair of purple finch,
The first of the season I’ve seen this spring every inch,
As pretty as I remember them last year, they came back again,
And they look so different as they eat food standing in the rain,

I think they nest in the tall pine at the end of our street,
For I hear and see them every morning always me to greet
With a pleasing song and their small pretty forms around,
Yes, the purple finch is back I can tell by both sight and sound.

Last year there were three pairs to delight us every day,
I hope they all come back after their sojourn far away,
The white throated sparrow with its different kind of call
Has also returned, he was very late leaving us last fall.

But I heard his call early amidst the birds increasing choir,
It made me realize that I may not need light another fire,
For fair weather feathered friends return a few at a time,
To be without them this summer would surely be a crime.

Soon the morning chorus will be as noisy as can be,
Full of life and vibrance, full of happiness and jollity,
Days getting longer, there is more warmth in the sun,
Spring is here and soon sweet summer will have come.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson April 8, 2004