THE BUTCHERBIRDS SONG
Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 10:08 am
This ones has been up on the old site but I'm not sure if it's this version.
I'm putting it up here in case someone may not be familiar with this metre, which I think is one of best, it's almost musical.
The metre is x/xx/xx/xx/ and x/xx/xx/xx/x If anyone cares to have a go at it. It seems to be rarely used these days which I think is a pity, it's more or less the one Henry Kendall used in his wonderful poem 'BELLBIRDS'
THE BUTCHERBIRDS SONG
Away in the distance I hear the birds singing,
their sweet serenade through the bush-land is ringing.
Melodious, sweetly, the butcherbirds song,
then drifts through the bush and stands out from the throng.
In camp by the creek bed I sit back and listen,
enthralled by the voice of this outback musician.
The day now seems brighter there’s spring in my step,
my spirits uplifted and I’m full of pep.
And when the day ends and night’s shadow’s grow long,
I listen in hope, for the butcherbirds song.
While colours are plain in the dawns hazy light,
he’s white as the snow and as black as the night,
Dressed up in pied colours, he flies ‘long the track,
and heralds the dusk as it shrouds the outback.
The songs are so joyous and sung without sorrow,
his wonderful tunes promise hope for tomorrow.
So haunting and lovely, the melody lingers,
caressing my soul with its magical fingers.
I rest there in peace as my thoughts drift along,
enthused and relaxed by the butcherbirds song.
******
T.E. Piggott © 29/12/2008
I'm putting it up here in case someone may not be familiar with this metre, which I think is one of best, it's almost musical.
The metre is x/xx/xx/xx/ and x/xx/xx/xx/x If anyone cares to have a go at it. It seems to be rarely used these days which I think is a pity, it's more or less the one Henry Kendall used in his wonderful poem 'BELLBIRDS'
THE BUTCHERBIRDS SONG
Away in the distance I hear the birds singing,
their sweet serenade through the bush-land is ringing.
Melodious, sweetly, the butcherbirds song,
then drifts through the bush and stands out from the throng.
In camp by the creek bed I sit back and listen,
enthralled by the voice of this outback musician.
The day now seems brighter there’s spring in my step,
my spirits uplifted and I’m full of pep.
And when the day ends and night’s shadow’s grow long,
I listen in hope, for the butcherbirds song.
While colours are plain in the dawns hazy light,
he’s white as the snow and as black as the night,
Dressed up in pied colours, he flies ‘long the track,
and heralds the dusk as it shrouds the outback.
The songs are so joyous and sung without sorrow,
his wonderful tunes promise hope for tomorrow.
So haunting and lovely, the melody lingers,
caressing my soul with its magical fingers.
I rest there in peace as my thoughts drift along,
enthused and relaxed by the butcherbirds song.
******
T.E. Piggott © 29/12/2008