THE VILLAGE THRUSH 87 



Some of us are already looking forward 

 to hearing his song again, for it is the 

 best time of the year, 'when the seasons 

 are young, that he sings. There are few 

 spots that I love quite as much as my 

 little English village amongst the trees, 

 green meadows and lakes, and I love it 

 best when my Thrush sends out his loud 

 notes over his small world, and tells me 

 that spring has come. 



