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

Twice Bittern

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It was a hide to nothing

That day in Avalon

I heard the bitterns booming

But saw, it's sad, not one

And yet my fellow watchers

Spied more than two take flight

While I was looking elsewhere

I heard their sheer delight

They also saw an otter

Yet I saw hide nor hair

They pointed where they'd seen it

Of course, it wasn't there

I did see some marsh harriers

Wheel across the sky

Lovely, but I was sadly

Twice bittern, yet twice shy.

 

 

 

 

 

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