Mercia - (By David Hurt)

The Wash - (By David Hurt)

Where wailing whisks are heard...

Spirals that passionately kiss and caress its shores...

Where three great rivers greet those kisses and caresses

Head on and with no shyness or humble modesty...

Where wading birds feast,

Dance and sing...

Where raptors spy their follies and wait to clasp them in mid-flight,

With grace and the need to feed themselves and their young...

Where ancient monuments stand, firmly and proud...

Where ancient feet toiled and scavenged...

Where modern feet ponder and play...

Where inspiration is all around you and

Far as your eyes can perceive...