Hya, For the benefit of W.O. L. I use the name Brownhare I am 78 yrs old and am very fond of wildlife, I am neither poet nor author, I write from the heart,,my education was basic ,and I do make errors in my spelling,etc,but I write to entertain you,and not to pass exams. I hope my pieces are of interest to you,so here goes.have a nice day Brownhare
IN MEMORY OF IAN. I sit here by the rivers brim, but I am not alone. A thousand memories crowd my head of friends and family gone. loved ones I remember and the fells we used to roam and many a mile of pasture walked before we made for home. We listened to the curlew and the skylark soaring high and the " pee witting " of lapwings as they tumbled from the sky At night we' sit in silence and listen to the sounds of tawny owl and vixen and the badger underground. We would listen to the ribble on its way towards the sea Nights to be remembered with my nephew Ian and me. The ribble is a river in North west lance. Peewitting is the call of the Lapwing. A.k.A the green plover,peewit, and locally Tewitt written by Ians uncle George,in his memory.
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