Poem 190 of 230: BIRDWATCHERS’ BUDE - WINTER 2001/2
Behind the Tourist Centre,
Between canal and river,
On the marshy drained-floodplain
(Not now visited by train),
In among willow and reed,
Eking out some winter feed:
Treecreepers, bobbing robins,
Chirpy blue-tits, grey-heron,
The screams of water-rail,
And snipe sharp on their trail.
Plus, out along sandstone cliffs,
Soaring seabirds are the gifts.
(C) David Franks 2003
Behind the Tourist Centre,
Between canal and river,
On the marshy drained-floodplain
(Not now visited by train),
In among willow and reed,
Eking out some winter feed:
Treecreepers, bobbing robins,
Chirpy blue-tits, grey-heron,
The screams of water-rail,
And snipe sharp on their trail.
Plus, out along sandstone cliffs,
Soaring seabirds are the gifts.
(C) David Franks 2003
