Peter wrote:



"We clearly should be very concerned about all those neonicotinoids 

washing down

the rivers as they are toxic to aquatic life"



This confirms the suspicion that inspired this poem:

SOMETHING FISHY GOING ON



First as a child, then with my kids

I'd take a jam jar on a string

To any stream among the meads

And cast the empty jam jar in.



Within two minutes, three at most,

The first few minnows would appear

And then a dozen, then a host,

And in the jam jar they would peer.



You waited 'til they'd gone inside

Then jerk the string to raise the jar

And bring it brimming to the side,

Then at the tiny fish you'd stare.



Retired now, with time to waste,

I thought I'd play that game again

And Walton's Minnow Tansy taste

But find my quest is all in vain!



I stalk the haunts of coot and herne.

I dabble, paddle, even swim!

But now I find, to my concern,

There is no stream with minnows in!



No kingfisher beneath the bridge;

They're just a mem'ry now, a dream;

Not much by way of fly or midge.

Pollution's poisoned ev'ry stream!



Chris







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