Our April Garden I look into our April garden A few daffodils brighten an apple tree The other two await the blossom A hen pheasant wanders carelessly into the lawn Freshly cut to welcome the birds Greenfinch and bluetit survey the work Nod their approval bird feeder enticing the goldfinches And a blackbird romances the evening. Share this: poemPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By Timmy Conway By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet View all of Timmy Conway's posts.
