hi
my granddad Brian sent me these poems from one of my ansestors that I was named after called charlotte grace O'Brien. here is one...
Birds
carolling,carolling to greet the warm spring day
in the early morn admit the morning dew
or when evenings flush over heavens blue,
the merry birds are singing all so gay
the black birds whistling thrill, the thrushes grey
the linnet's softer song, the far cuckoo
the bull flinch, the golden flinch and the robin true
sweet music lost to me for aye!
to me the hidden nests are revealed
I saw the tender leaflets gently stirred
the lovely goldfinch home was not concealed were corn cakes lay I fed the soft shy bird
I tracked the brbwn wrens to there winter rest
and stroked the bullfinch mother on her nest
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