East Lyn

 

In clefts of rocks a mighty roar

Echoes round the bend

The dipper dives to seek his prey,

And sounds and smells contrive to send

Sound pictures great and small

 

Of big divides and smaller glens

Of Moses trees and oaken leaves

Of badger, stag and Jenny wren

Of heron tall and small brown trout

Nature doesn’t always shout it out

 

It’s up to us to seek them there

To look and listen sniff and smell

In observation and to tell

Of tiny things that we have seen

And lovely places we have been.

 

Ron Blundell

May 2021