Poetry

Picture: National Geographic.

THE FLAMINGO     by Sarah clark
The red flamingo flew frow from the South,
From the land all withered and parched with drouth.
He gleamed on the sky like a flaming brand
Brown from a burning  prairie land

He waded deep through the dark morass, 
In the samphire beds, and the and the cool dank grass,
When the wind blew east, to the sea he went,
Red in the sun, in the firmament

And turned aside, with a look aslant
As the deadly eye of the cormorant
And the eagle, old with a hundred years
from the height of his vaulted eyry peers.

(​This is an abridged version of the poem)