Lyn's Anniversary

 

Among the trees, inside a cleft

A single rose is gently left

Where stately swans the waters glide

Beneath the gaze of Noah’s Hide

Lyn’s keeping watch across the lake

Alert for song at each dawn’s break

No bird will here escape his eye

On far-off perch or high in sky

The rarities will earn a note

As boom emits from bittern’s throat

And herons fish and harriers soar

Above the wildfowl by the score

And when at dusk the colours fade

He’ll be the birder who here stayed.