As summer hours drift by,
And fledglings start to roam,
Sun leaves its place on high,
And swallows head for home,
Then, autumn starts to stir,
And raises its weary head,
Painting colours in a blur,
Brown, orange, gold, and red.
Newport Wetlands is alive!
Plenty for schools to do,
Whether dancing the bumblebee jive,
Or checking for tracks and poo!
Dragonflies on final flights…