Poem: Praise Be for Wetlands — Medeacine

On the wets of South-West London,Natives returned – voles, geese and otters,Reclaiming the Thames water dungeon,With the assistance of conservation Harry Potters. “Let’s turn it into wetlands”, said the barnacle goose,A native of Svalbard, offering it’s Norsk wisdom.“Yes” agreed the water vole. [Btw it’s not a rat, moose].“Sure,” said the otter. “Easy peasy, it’s no […]

Poem: Praise Be for Wetlands — Medeacine

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