Mum’s Garden Full Of Birdsong – By Paul Holland

There’s a tall tree in mum’s garden

That needs chopping.

A Blackthorn

It and the Holly beside it

Spreading up up way beyond their bound

Blocking the light from the neighbours

Worrying my mum that someone may complain

Curly and I could not reach over far enough

That time we cut the hedge

But there’s a Blackbird that sings from that tree

He’s singing now

A Mistle Thrush, countless Tits

And the Blackbird and his mate

All in there

The Blackbird is singing

‘Yeooww woo

But isn’t it grand’

 

 

You can read more of Paul’s poems here and here – Well worth it!

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