Kenn
11-Apr-06, 22:29
Bird of beauty, elegance and grace
If you all die what will take your place?
What serenly glide, mirrored on tranquil waters?
Line astern scruffy grey your sons and daughters.
No longer will be heard the throb of giant wings,
No more the strange call of The Hooper as he sings.
The Bewick with his dark and primrose bill,
Will be missing from the loch ,the river and the rill.
No more up ended as webbed feet wildly paddle,
No more nests the clumps of reeds to straddle.
If cruel nature takes all your kind away from me,
River,loch,pond and shore a sadder place will be.
For I have loved your snow white beauty through the years.
Now the thought of losing you fills my eyes with tears.
If you all die what will take your place?
What serenly glide, mirrored on tranquil waters?
Line astern scruffy grey your sons and daughters.
No longer will be heard the throb of giant wings,
No more the strange call of The Hooper as he sings.
The Bewick with his dark and primrose bill,
Will be missing from the loch ,the river and the rill.
No more up ended as webbed feet wildly paddle,
No more nests the clumps of reeds to straddle.
If cruel nature takes all your kind away from me,
River,loch,pond and shore a sadder place will be.
For I have loved your snow white beauty through the years.
Now the thought of losing you fills my eyes with tears.