Posted by: jkirkby8712 | May 3, 2011

Sunday, 1st May 2011 – quiet day

Bill had a couple of sessions on the radio today, about 4.5 hours in total. Probably would have gladly given them both a miss were not that little ‘bug’ called commitment so strong in my psyche –  not a good sleep overnight [seems to be a Saturday night pattern], but more due to a feeling of ‘unwellness’ on this occasion!  However, ‘we’ did get to both programs, early this morning, and later on this afternoon, but generally, didn’t achieve a great deal in between times. The papers of course continued to be concentrating on photos and stories, still, of Friday’s wedding, but I guess we can expect that to continue for a while yet. There was in fact, a beautiful photo in this morning’s Sunday Age.  It showed William and Kate with the six children [4 girls, 2 page boys] who participated in the wedding procedures – no other adults, Kings, Queens, Prime Ministers, etc –  just the children with the bridal couple. I think that might well be my memorable ‘look back’ photo of last Friday’s wedding!

Overseas of course, this date is quite a memorable one, and is referred to in many areas of world society as ‘May Day’.  May Day can refer to various labour celebrations conducted on May 1 that commemorate the fight for the eight hour day. May Day in this regard is called International Workers’ Day or Labour Day, but means different things or occasions in different parts of the world. Some unions might think otherwise, but those kind of significances have no real bearing here in Australia. But my thoughts today are turning to things of a more peaceful and relaxing mode – found a little poem written by Henry Kendall many decades ago, about Bell Birds.  The Bell Bird is a small Australian bird with a very distinctive call. It sounds like tinkling bells. It is very beautiful to hear as you walk through the bush. You don’t hear them in the cities at all. These are just a couple of verses from a longer poem about this little creature, which I’d like to share.

Bell-Birds    by Henry Kendall

By channels of coolness the echoes are calling,
And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling;
It lives in the mountain, where moss and the sedges
Touch with their beauty the banks and the ledges;
Through brakes of the cedar and sycamore bowers
Struggles the light that is love to the flowers.
And softer than slumber, and sweeter than singing,
The notes of the bell-birds are running and ringing.

The silver-voiced bell-birds, the darlings of day-time,
They sing in September their songs of the May-time.
When shadows wax strong, and the thunder-bolts hurtle,
They hide with their fear in the leaves of the myrtle;
When rain and the sunbeams shine mingled together,
They start up like fairies that follow fair weather,
And straightway the hues of the feathers unfolden
Are the green and the purple, the blue and the golden.


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