A SEASONAL poem which was inspired by a recent walk down Starling Road, Radcliffe.

They're wearing their blankets

This cold March day,

Waiting for children

Nibbling hours away.

Beauty black and brown

And here's a dapple grey,

Nodding near a five-barred gate

This cold March day.

A pale pond with a gaggle

Atop its muddy banks,

Hankering for bread

Honking grateful thanks.

And heres a mother goose,

Downy, white and grey,

Settling to warm her eggs

This cold March day.

DON ROBINSON