The Kingfisher

[Chocky]

Here is a little poem I wrote on the way to school one day whilst working as a student supervisor(dinner lady)

Chocky

The Kingfisher

I’ve thought of this verse
Whilst with nothing to do
Of the beautiful Kingfisher
Dressed in blue

As he sits on a branch
And is ever alert
He’ll wait and watch
Then dive with a spurt

Into the stream
With his dagger-like beak
But all you will see
Is a flashing blue streak

He swoops and weaves
When after his game
He’s the king of the fishers
So hence his name

He’ the prettiest bird
In the British Isles
And when you see him
He’ll turn on your smiles

Composed
By
Beryl Ladd