A thin wet sky, that yellows at the rim,
And meets with sun-lost lip the marsh’s brim.

The pools low lying, dank with moss and mould,
Glint through their mildews like large cups of gold.

Among the wild rice in the still lagoon,
In monotone the lizard shrills his tune.

The wild goose, homing, seeks a sheltering,
Where rushes grow, and oozing lichens cling.

Late cranes with heavy wing, and lazy flight,
Sail up the silence with the nearing night.

And like a spirit, swathed in some soft veil,
Steals twilight and its shadows o’er the swale.

Hushed lie the sedges, and the vapours creep,
Thick, grey and humid, while the marshes sleep.

Emily Pauline Johnson, Marshlands

Yesterday I went to visit the Eden Landing Ecological Reserve which is an area created to protect salt ponds, tidal marshes. I saw lots of Avocets, and also a beautiful Egret. The area was restored to allow wildlife to thrive and restore the marshes that are so useful to the ecosystem. It’s still possible to see the remnants of the wooden structures that were used from the late 1800s.