The Swannery

As we entered the gateway,
To this enchanted land,
Through the flowers and woodlands,
And by the meandering stream,
We met a cob and his wife,
Swimming slowly along,
And with pleasure we watched,
As we passed on by,
To see opening before us,
This beautiful world,
Of stately white swans,
Stretching as far as the eye could see,
Each loving pair, a joy to behold,
Building their nests,
From the reeds left there,
By the caring Swan herd, looking after them well,
As we walked on down to the waters edge,
And found a welcome resting ...