November! And our gift returns again
November! And our gift returns again:
a sacred kingfisher from who knows where
in fragrant Asian lands. Through jungle rain,
across the seas, and mountain bush; to here.
A marvel, beige and blue, of nature's way.
He clamours on arrival for his place;
a piercing, four-note claim to make his stay,
and hope, and thankfulness to Double Bay.
Some forty years of Sydney's mad increase
has not impelled this sapphire jewel away;
nor will our gratitude to nature cease.
Such beauty, while we may, we must enjoy;
for man will always, what he loves, destroy.
a sacred kingfisher from who knows where
in fragrant Asian lands. Through jungle rain,
across the seas, and mountain bush; to here.
A marvel, beige and blue, of nature's way.
He clamours on arrival for his place;
a piercing, four-note claim to make his stay,
and hope, and thankfulness to Double Bay.
Some forty years of Sydney's mad increase
has not impelled this sapphire jewel away;
nor will our gratitude to nature cease.
Such beauty, while we may, we must enjoy;
for man will always, what he loves, destroy.
[Sonnet from the Desert of my Heart and Mind by F.J.A.Pockley 1912-1990]
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