Author John Millington Synge Thrush, linnet, stare and wren, Brown lark beside the sun, Take thought of kestril, sparrow-hawk, Birdlime and roving gun. You great-great-grandchildren Of birds I've listened to, I think I robbed your ancestors When I was young as you. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 1.5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments