Water Vole Poems - Poems about Water Vole

...When the woollen industry died, the reservoir that fed the old mill, became disused. The water meadow at its head became a swamp. Developers, who want to build houses everywhere, take one look......

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...Tiny wavelets on the pool today, a gentle breeze and raindrops fall with a rhythmic pitter patter. The ducks and wildfowl pay no heed, around the sedge bob and feed. The Heron standing as if fr......

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