During Monday's workshop, Ian Homewood wrote a series a wonderful poems. His appreciation for this place, and the creatures who live there, shines through them. As Ian said on the night, they are love poems really, for a place that brings wonder and awe. Thank you Ian for your contributions to the session and for these poems . . .
Birkdale Nightingales
Hardships and hazards are a matter of fact
For these brave little vertebrates
Too wet or too dry, too soft or hard packed
The landscape just doesn't co-operate
Yet still they persist to let it be known
They are here and intend to remain
And their song is proof the nightingale has not flown
And the couples unite once again
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Breeze in the grasses
Surf on the shore
The creak of sand underfoot
Prints of someone before me
Or perhaps of several
Disturbing the rippled sand
Salt in the air
More on my sandwich
Sun grazing my exposed face
As I stand there, a flash of green
Captures my attention and my breath
He's vivid and stately with head held high
And I thrill at this chance encounter
With the beauty that nature exhibits
As I stand There
As I stand there a flash of green
Captures my attention and my breath
So startled by what I've seen
So taken with this wondrous scene
I'll take this moment to my death
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