Barcud Coch

Souwesterlies blow across the river Wye
To aid red kites, into the sky
Birdlovers flock to this special site
To watch these graceful birds, in flight

Not only red kite, but buzzards and raven
Come homing in to, this Gigrin haven
With breezes rising from the valley
Aiding them all, in their ariel ballet

We keep coming back, to this special sight
To awe in silence, at their graceful flight
And we hope Gigrin Farm will always be
Left the same for ever for all to see

Dave Satterthwaite