The Cockatiels’ Message from Manly, Sydney, Australia.

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The message of the Manly Cockatiels John Bartels

They dive. They shriek. They call.

They are the Corsa cockatiels.

Their call is urgent.

Do the crowds on the Corsa hear them?

The young surfer heading beachward.

People walking dogs.

Young mothers pushing prams. Sharing coffee.

Young men walking quickly as they WhatsApp.

All are surfing the ever-living wave of life.

The call of the cockatiels grows louder – more urgent.

*

He sees his beloved Manly as his ship passes the Heads.

Already he is missing his last walk with her to Shelly Beach.

The waves gently approaching the rocks and then bursting with joy.

He remembers:

How soft she was when he held her.

Her gentle hands.

The intoxicating scent in her hair.

How they spoke of children. How thy spoke of what dog they would get.

How he promised he would come back.

How they tightly embraced.

How they kissed goodbye

How they both cried.

*

The Heads are far behind now. The ship goes on. out to sea. And on and on.

He thinks of her constantly.

He crosses the endless Southern Ocean.

Then its beauty of Cape Town.

Then it’s the Atlantic.

Then its London.

Then finally, Flanders.

*

The call of the cockatiels grows more urgent now.

Diving, shrieking, and calling they swirl around the Corsa Cenotaph.

Their call grows strangely quiet as an elderly woman gently places flowers at the base of the Cenotaph.

Carefully she sprays the flowers with scent. She waits a while. She leaves and slowly walks away. She is going to Shelly Beach.

The cockatiels watch her go and then start again their diving and shrieking.

Their message is clear to all on the Corsa and beyond :

“Never forget”

END

Kiera and the “Road Less Travelled”

Kiera is inviting you to go down what for you may be a “road less travelled”. Below the picture is a poem from Kiera. Below the poem is a link to the amazing story about Kiera’s journey from Romania to love and bonding in East Sussex, England. Please scroll down. Thank you.

Thank you to AW for the picture

Kiera speaks again…….

Wait! As my soul absorbs,
Echoes of times past…
The traces of paws
Of those now dead
Who have trod
This place, this bed…..
Their ashes are scattered
Tears were shed
Each one mattered
But now lives on
In Nature…….
The birds and earth-bound trees
The brackens and rustling breeze,
The whirling of streams
Curling and twirling
Ever dashing and splashing
There is no end
But hearts can mend
LOVE is here, it has been
As I sit, I have seen………

Thank you to Anna Wilkinson for passing on Kiera’s poem to me

Click here to read Kiera’s amazing story.

Click also here for “Kiera’s Lament – a Prayer for Ukraine”. You will continue to be amazed.

The title of this blog is based on the title of Dr. M. Scott Peck’s famous book “A Road Less Travelled”.

John Bartels

New York Dawn 18 March 2022 – A Poem

Apologies, gratitude and full acknowledgement to William Wordsworth.

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Thank you to AB for the picture – March 2022
New York Dawn

Earth has not anything to show so fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
New York now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Concrete canyons, theatres, walkways, the avenues lie
Waiting for their throngs, as orange dawn lights the sky;
Never did sun so beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
New York will awake at its own sweet will.
Dear God! the very buildings seem asleep;
And all New York's mighty heart is lying still! 

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Almost all based on "Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September3, 1802" by William Wordsworth.