As I have no birding or ringing news from today I thought I would publish a poem written by our grand-daughter Amber. She was 13 when she wrote this entirely of her own accord!
Accommodate
Accommodate the poor.
Comfort the lonely.
Confront the evil.
On the way to a greener world.
Memorise the blood of wars.
Memorise the victories by sharing.
Only if we could be good.
Damn us all for being greedy.
All of us have sins, so let us turn over a new leaf.
Everywhere we look it is black, but soon to be green.
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