Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk 

The Tale of the White-tailed Eagle

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We went to Chew Lake birding

To gain another tick

But after several fruitless hours

It left me feeling sick

They'd said a white-tailed eagle

Had been about for days

Fishing in the waters

A rare sight to amaze

We spotted birders watching

T'wards hide on farther bank

They said you have just missed it

Not brilliant to be frank

They saw it have its fill of fish

Then fly up into trees

Just a glimpse would suit me

Not really hard to please

We couldn't have a coffee

At cafe, only lunch

Not even buy a sandwich

Well fancy, thanks a bunch

Then at the next lake car park

No working pay/display

And so we headed homewards

T'was not our finest day.

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