Bea
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY dear Bill.
In thanks for all the wisdom you share with us and for the quizes you put such thought into - a poem:
The Thrushes Nest - by John Clare
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush
That overhung a molehill large and round
I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush
Sing hymns to sunrise, and I drank the sound
With joy, and, often an intruding guest
I watched her secret toils from day to day
How true she warped the moss to form a nest
And modelled it within with wood and clay
And by and by, like heath bells gilt with dew
There lay her shining eggs, as bright as flowers
Ink spotted over shells of greeny blue
And there I witnessed in the sunny hours
A brood of nature's minstrels chirp and fly
Glad as that sunshine and the laughing sky
In thanks for all the wisdom you share with us and for the quizes you put such thought into - a poem:
The Thrushes Nest - by John Clare
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush
That overhung a molehill large and round
I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush
Sing hymns to sunrise, and I drank the sound
With joy, and, often an intruding guest
I watched her secret toils from day to day
How true she warped the moss to form a nest
And modelled it within with wood and clay
And by and by, like heath bells gilt with dew
There lay her shining eggs, as bright as flowers
Ink spotted over shells of greeny blue
And there I witnessed in the sunny hours
A brood of nature's minstrels chirp and fly
Glad as that sunshine and the laughing sky
:flowers: :flowers: B 
