On Seeing Gannets Fishing Poem by Francis Duggan

Above where the huge white surf waves toss two hundred metres out from the shore
The white fishing gannets do circle and soar
Then with folded wings into salt water they dive
To plunder the pilchard school on which they survive
Amazing to watch them circling as they fly
The feathered marine acrobats of the southern sky
True birds of the sea they do dive for their prey
For as long as they live they do fish every day
To watch gannets fishing is a wonderful sight
They dive for their small prey from such a great height
So much beauty in Nature for one to admire
And of singing her praises one never could tire
Nature's wildborn creatures that live off of the sea
To watch gannets fishing amazing to me.