WITH THE POET LORIKEET
We could hear the sound of water
On this winter's day
Walking in the valley
Poems along the way
I met the Chinese lion
We watched the dancing trees
He shared his love for the Mountains
And all the things he sees.
Singing on a rock ledge
His songs were everywhere
He told me of the bush bird
In love with him down there
We spoke about our childhood
In the silence of the day
His visions of the women
In the pools along the way.
He talked of solitary pleasure
I remembered the roaring crowd
Past Mountain Ash and Wattle
He chanted songs aloud
Old Billy Wye and Robin Bell
Their memory will live on
Through the years they'll linger
That's the power of a song.
We gazed at moss and marvelled
Their fingers on display
His thoughts about song writing
Where honesty ruled the day
A kookaburra's laughter
Made our time complete
I'm sure to remember my bush walk
With the Poet Lorikeet.
© Jim Low
