Wetlands Poems - Poems about Wetlands

Kakadu Wetlands is home to three million waterbirds From May to October it houses the comb-crested jacana Jabirk, egrets and brolga also take their respite here Macquarie Marshes are used by the Wayilwan people. They use the Macquarie for...Read the rest...

in rain-soaked wetlands pussy willow clusters bloom ~ furry catkins purr...Read the rest...

The trees were filled with herons On a branch or in a nest. To see the babies being fed And squawking was the best. Some other birds were sitting On a batch of eggs, bright blue, While alligators poked their heads From...Read the rest...

as swallows land and swifts take flight inside late noon’s last shards of light the chill winds that descend on day cause dense green swathes of reeds to sway across the flooded vista’s ground in harmony with nature’s sound of shrills...Read the rest...

The beautiful marshy lands, With bugs, flowers and dunes of sand I could hear the chirping birds around, Between the bare ground. The edges of the grass are sharp and bladed Above the horizon is faded. White clouds and Summer sky Over...Read the rest...

magical wetlands with nothing hidden from view ~ opacity-blue...Read the rest...

An ingenious man from Blackheath Who rode his luck from up and beneath Once had been a boy scout Never once left home without But when he checked found a hole in the sheath He though had prepared for bad...Read the rest...

Wasted landscapes without proper tenureship Evicting the true owners from their habitats Tensions between the economic and survival Leached sands, eroded banks of stewardship Artificial substitutions and the phobia of bats Nature besieged by ignorance and the political Denude of forests,...Read the rest...

Each year migrating pairs Return to the wetlands to breed To join the resident inhabitants Who have never felt the need Frantically honking Geese Ducks and Swans of assorted breeds Nesting Wildfowl of every kind Using the seclusion of the reeds And in...Read the rest...

My home state loses a football field, Of coastal land each day of the year. I’m no cheerleader about this, It fills my heart with fear. I wish I had funds to donate to the cause. Maybe if I...Read the rest...