72 Rock Thrushes 



columbines ; the stately flint tower of the old church, 

 rising amongst the trees in the background. 



And amidst all that, as well as, oh ! so much more, 

 I can still hear the piping of my rock thrush, bring- 

 ing back to me as he sings the memories of one of the 

 brightest, happiest little homes that even England 

 could ever rejoice in. 



