Nature Poem

[madmaggot]

Does anyone know a poem that talks about 'the birds will still sing when I am gone' and about natural things enduring? It was read at my father's funeral but I passed my printout to the vicar as I was unable to read it and I didn't get it back off her; by the time I thought about it she was no longer our vicar! I have tried to find it again on the web but not been able to. It was 'anon'.

[a-nigma]

Looked on the web and found this one which I hope is the one you mean. It's by Mary Webb of Shropshire.
'The birds will sing'

The birds will sing when I am gone
To stranger-folk with stranger-ways.
Without a break they'll whistle on
In close and flowery orchard deeps,
Where once I loved them, nights and days,
And never reck of one that weeps.

The bud that slept within the bark
When I was there, will break her bars--
A small green flame from out the dark--
And round into a world, and spread
Beneath the silver dews and stars,
Nor miss my bent, attentive head.

[madmaggot]

That's not the one a-nigma but the one that I'm after is on similar lines.