Roy Ernest Ballard


North Norfolk Coast - Poem by Roy Ernest Ballard

The birds fly in and we are all bewitched
by fleeting feathers, dazzling or dull;
by bluethroat, bunting, bustard we are twitched,
by grosbeak, golden goose and glaucous gull.

‘County folk' (but Kensington and Chelsea) :
four-wheel drive, binoculars and Barbours;
common, shoreline, Blakeney to Selsey;
congregate weekends at coast and harbours.

Rare visitors among the local flock:
a breeding pair of Japanese. The hen
is inconspicuous but on the cock
a camera which cost him many yen.

Among a kilted claque of Highland Scots
a leathered Tyrolean has been seen,
a curl-toed Grecian (white rump and red spots) ,
sarong clad waders and a Pearly Queen.

Such birds of passage thrill us all to bits:
the Mussulman, the baggy-trousered Turk,
black-feathered orthodox (or bearded) tits,
the pied gum-chewer (lesser Yank or quirk) .

Instinctive urges that they must obey
impel them to our bare, sand-blasted strands,
the varied vagabonds from far away,
the twitching anoraks from Metro-lands.

Topic(s) of this poem: funny, travel


Comments about North Norfolk Coast by Roy Ernest Ballard

  • Rajnish Manga (1/16/2016 11:52:00 AM)


    A great tribute to the diversity of nature that brings to us, among other things, beautiful feathered friends from nearby as well as far off places. The poem recalls a large variety of birds by name. Extremely enchanting and eye-catching (with a nice graphic) . Thanks for sharing, my dear friend. (Report) Reply

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  • Margaret O Driscoll (1/15/2016 2:06:00 PM)


    A quirky take on birds and birdwatching! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 15, 2016

Poem Edited: Friday, January 15, 2016


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