Lodmoor opens a hidden gate

(Verse 1 – Setting the scene)
Between the road and rolling tide,
Where salt and fresh water softly collide,
Reeds stand tall in the coastal breeze,
Lodmoor breathes with quiet ease.

(Verse 2 – Rarest birds first)
Once in a while, a stranger stays,
A Stilt Sandpiper in autumn greys,
Glossy Ibis gleams dark and bold,
A borrowed shape from stories old.

A Lesser Yellowlegs calls and runs,
Too sharp for doubt, too quick to shun,
And high above on storm-torn days,
A Long-tailed Skua cuts the haze.

(Chorus)
Not every day, not every year,
But sometimes wonder lands right here,
If you watch long enough, stand still and wait,
Lodmoor opens a hidden gate.

(Verse 3 – Common sights you’ll actually see)
Cetti’s warbler shouts from deep in green,
Though rarely seen, it’s always heard between,
Bearded tits chatter low and fast,
Reeds alive as people pass.

Mallards glide and coots complain,
Little grebes vanish, then surface again,
Black-tailed godwits probe the mud,
Curlews call where waters flood.

(Verse 4 – Everyday magic)
Robins hop close along the path,
Dunnocks skulk in leafy maths,
Marsh harriers drift, wings held wide,
Patrolling slow on the evening tide.

In winter skies the starlings spin,
A living cloud that pulls you in,
And when the light begins to fall,
Kingfishers flash — then that is all.

(Final Chorus)
From common days to rare surprises,
From whispered reeds to sudden prizes,
You don’t need luck, just time and care,
To find the wild still breathing there.

(Outro)
So walk the paths, let moments pass,
Watch water, reed and shifting grass,
For whether rare or seen each day,
Lodmoor always finds a way.