……….Home<\/p>\n
A southern marsh, all green and brown
\nIs the place we call our own
\nOur first, most restful home. <\/p>\n
Here we were hatched,fledged and taught
\nHere we sported, played, mock-fought
\nWith other nestlings. <\/p>\n
Wingtip to wingtip we filled the sky
\nExulting as we learned to fly.
\nOver that reed-filled marsh. <\/p>\n
Nowhere on earth is quite the same
\nAs the marsh where I was born
\nIt calls to me, it cradles me
\nAway, I feel forlorn. <\/p>\n
Here, we attend annual gathers,
\nThough older and wearing different feathers
\nThese are the friends from long ago
\nI’ll never forget. <\/p>\n
Black cormorants, their wings outspread
\nTo dry,
\nWaiting for the sun to rise overhead. <\/p>\n
Elegant grey-suited cranes, red crowned
\nDancing their way across the ground. <\/p>\n
Demure kingfishers with orange beaks
\nSuddenly becoming bright blue streaks
\nAs they swoop and fish. <\/p>\n
The harsh summer sun drives us far away
\nWe fly throughout the night and day
\nTo cooler climes and snow-melt streams
\nBut there,
\nPre-winter storms bring on the dreams. <\/p>\n
Of southern skies, of marsh and reed
\nRed crabs, shell- fish, the best of feed,
\nThe marsh calls me with its siren song
\nI join my flock, a thousand strong. <\/p>\n
Flying high, calling in clear, high, tones-
\nOur brains hard wired to magnetic zones
\nAs we arrow South. <\/p>\n
We elude the winter, evade the hunter,
\nMigrating, soaring, on and on
\nReturning to the reed-marsh where we were born. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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