A Voice That's Familiar To Me Poem by Francis Duggan

On small eucalypt or wattle to where I am near
The twittering notes of the goldfinch I hear
I know him by voice though him I do not see
He is one of those who is familiar to me.

His kin birds I heard sing in groves far away
When the lush fields were in their wildflowers of the May
Fawn with red around beak and gold tips on either wing
Their's is a familiar and distinctive voice of the Spring.

Some birds can be recognized by appearance or song
And the goldfinch is one that one should not get wrong
Introduced to 'Down Under' many decades ago
With the passing of time their numbers seem to grow.

I have loved Nature's creatures since I was a boy
And the beauty of Nature is a thing I enjoy
A goldfinch is singing on a nearby tree
His voice is a voice that's familiar to me.