We were sent an email this week by a visitor who was inspired to write a poem about his recent trip to Minsmere, which you can read below. We'd love to see any poems, paintings or other projects where Minsmere has been the inspiration.
Minsmere Mayhem Dragon flies ringing the picnic benches; Buzzards flying, hug the endless sky; Bitterns calling to some far off places, Buzzing crowds around the shop do lie. Children running through reedy meadows, Cackling crows eye floor flung food; Time is ticking in the tingling forest, Nesting birds in the hedges brood. Bearded beauties on the hidden pathway; Watching birders, crushing feet,they tread; And feckless martins in the bumpy banks, Holding views to all while the finches’ fed. Minsmere madness, paradise, Hits you like a firework bright, Minsmere madness, perfect ending; Let the sun sink into night. Don Marchand May 2023
(Published with permission from the author)