Aquatic Warbler

 

For generations life rolled on.

The fen mire tended, grasses cut

So late the jack snipe fledged their young.

They’d hear the warblers call the moon.

 

Along with floods and moving herds,

Came armies from the east and west:

The Oder farmers watched them roll.

The sun shone on, the warblers sang.

 

And then the world began to shift –

At first came speed, then choice, then greed:

The opportunities were hewn,

The peat was burned, the fens were drained.

 

The golden warblers in the fields

Were lost amongst the teezel heads.

 

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One Comment to “Aquatic Warbler”

  1. latest endangered bird poem – the aquatic warbler is one of the rarest birds in Europe and is seriously threatened by environmental change in its breeding grounds. This poem is about those in the Oder valley on the Polish/German border.

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