Alresford Displayed Issue No.13 - 1988
By Ursula Oxley
Two Great Crested Grebes
came down to restOn Alresford Pond.
where they built a nestThe nest was afloat
and surrounded by reedsNot easy to spot,
that bundle of weedsWith a layer of grass on the top.
a head could be seenRising up now and then,
black and red against green;The eye dark and watchful;
a long, pointed billThe 'Whimple shaped' crest
and a chestnut neck-frilLike a Seventeenth Century fop!
T'was amusing to watch
her mate swimming near-He'd be there for a minute
and then disappear!To swim under-water
for quite a long bout,Reappearing at last
he floated aboutLike a square-bottomed bottle of ‘pop!
I’ve written three verses,
there’s one more I fear,Which I’d rather not write,
and you’d rather not hearBut the truth of it is
that the Grebes flew awayFrom the pond and the nest
on that unhappy dayWhen the curious invaded the spot.