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
