Kestrels And Petrels - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Birdwatching's for the very few
Outdoor hobby for me and you
Out where the sky is ever blue.
Take your telescope and tent
Weather maybe 'heaven-sent'
Delightful for the children too.
our lonesome friend
whose distant note is heard
from the sunny shores of lands end
to where the Cornish hills and cliffs ascend
Many more rare birds fly in from across the sea
where smitten 'birdwatchers' silently spend
hours with a writing book and a pen
content - watching that bird
make swift descent
no sound heard
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