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He blinks upon the hearth-rug And yawns in deep content, Accepting all the comforts That Providence has sent. Louder he purrs, and louder, In one glad hymn of praise, For all the night’s adventures, For quiet, restful days. - J.R.R. Tolkein (1893 – 1973) Cat |
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.“It's
time we stopped ignoring the environment, ... Let's not let another election go
by without making this a high priority.” - David Suzuki
“It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement; the greatest source of visual beauty; the greatest source of intellectual interest. It is the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living.” - David Attenborough “There are in nature neither rewards nor punishments, there are consequences. “- Robert Ingersoll (1833 - 1899) "If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees." - Hal Borland “I think computer viruses should count as life. I think it says something about human nature that the only form of life we have created so far is purely destructive. We've created life in our own image.” - Stephen Hawking (1942 - ) "Poor animals! How jealously they guard their pathetic bodies . . . that which to us is merely an evening's meal, but to them is life itself."—T. Casey Brennan Cats sleep
Anywhere, Any table, Any chair, Top of piano, Window-ledge, In the middle, On the edge,… - Eleanor Farjeon (1881 – 1961) Songs for Sushi Blue Whale calling In longing For mate of Bleak odds, Left in Emptied oceans, Bereft of possible love And family. Deep, throaty sounds, Unheard By eternal tide, Of journey Upon journeys, In interest Of restoring bonds. Minkes sparse, hacked genes, Dwindling on plate, And in stomachs, Blubber on hips, Ocean serenade lost To scientific research, For ways to fill a lunchbox. S.D. © 2013 TO A VIRGINIA BLUEBELL You nod to me across the trail That runs before my garden seat, With clustered bells of blue you greet My visit with a subtle peal. You wave your frolic fans of green So gaily, as if you had met Some kinsman or awaited yet A long lost friend to grace the scene. A friend indeed this scene has graced Projecting in his mental sight A sphere within with Nature’s face Beams out as with a mirror’s light. Long lost no more and recognized, My roots beside yours in the earth, Together we unite in mirth- While botanists but classify. Some people blow that way and this, Whichever way the wind doth blow; Some people fly like April snow, And say you have no consciousness - Unlike themselves, whose knowledge glues Each specimen with abstract frame, They see things but as things are named: Myself, I share one root with you. And I to you must not my head, Assenting with the voice of Spring That tinkles from my bells and sings Blue music in our flower bed! Lee Evans © 2013  
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Excerpt
from Thirteen Ways of
Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens
Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one. I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendos, The blackbird whistling Or just after. Icicles filled the long window With barbaric glass. The shadow of the blackbird Cross it, to and fro. The mood Traced in the shadow An indecipherable cause. O thin men of Haddam, Why do you imagine golden birds? Do you not see how the blackbird Walks around the feet Of the women about you? I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know. When the blackbird flew out of sight, It marked the edge Of one of many circles. THE CROCODILES ARE CRYING by Rupert McCall (Tribute to Steve Irwin)
Endless visions fill my head – this man – as large as life And instantly my heart mourns for his angels and his wife Because the way I see Steve Irwin – just put everything aside It comes back to his family – it comes back to his pride His animals inclusive – Crikey – light the place with love! Shine his star with everything he fought to rise above The crazy-man of Khaki from the day he left the pouch Living out his dream and in that classic 'Stevo' crouch Exploding forth with character and redefining cheek It's one thing to be honoured as a champion unique It's one thing to have microphones and spotlight cameras shoved It's another to be taken in and genuinely loved But that was where he had it right – I guess he always knew From his fathers' modest reptile park and then Australia Zoo We cringed at times and shook our heads – but true to natures call There was something very Irwin in the make up of us all Yes the more I care to think of it – the more he had it right If you're going to make a difference – make it big and make it bright! Yes - he was a lunatic! Yes - he went head first! But he made the world feel happy with his energetic burst A world so large and loyal that it's hard to comprehend I doubt we truly count the warmth until life meets an end To count it now I say a prayer with words of inspiration May the spotlight shine forever on his dream for conservation …My daughter broke the news to me – my six year old in tears It was like she'd just turned old enough to show her honest fears I tried to make some sense of it but whilst her Dad was trying His little girl explained it best…she said "The crocodiles are crying" Their best mate's up in heaven now – the crocs up there are smiling! And as sure as flowers, poems and cards and memories are piling As sure as we'll continue with the trademarks of his spiel Of all the tributes worthy – he was rough…but he was real As sure as 'Crikey!' fills the sky I think we'll miss ya Steve…goodbye After All The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town; My spirit revives in the morning breeze, though it died when the sun went down; The river is high and the stream is strong. - Henry Lawson The Wings Of An Eagle by Russell Morris Well I'm looking up at an overcast sky in the morning I can't hear the warning as it calls to you As the birds migrate and the wind is raised I'll see the eagle soaring Although I'm just a pawn in nature's game like you Wah hoo wah hoo, wah hoo ... On the wings of an eagle I find myself lifted through the skies Lifted up above the world to see On the wings of an eagle I find myself lifted through the skies Lifted up above the world to see Can you see me? Can you see me? As the days roll on and the nights get long The changing of the seasons And the falling autumn leaves they bring me down They bring me down, they bring me down Do you lose your way in the middle of the day Do you see your brother crawling? And all the while he's calling out for help from you? Wah hoo wah hoo, wah hoo ... On the wings of an eagle I find myself lifted through the skies Lifted up above the world to see On the wings of an eagle I find myself lifted through the skies Lifted up above the world to see Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me? JUST FOR A MINUTE… I STOPPED BREATHING Just for a minute i stopped breathing. i was the mother pig, stuck in a cage, with babies around, fighting for a drop of milk. Just for a minute i stopped breathing. i was the bleeding bull, locked in the arena, in the name of culture. Just for a minute i stopped breathing. i was the lobster thrown in the boiling water, in the name of gluttony. Just for a minute i stopped breathing. i was the sheep, whose throat is sliced in the name of GOD. Just for a minute i stopped breathing. i was the rabbit, with his eyes full of tears, full of perfume, in the name of a fake beauty. Just for a minute i stopped breathing. i was the force- fed goose with the swelling liver, in the name of celebration. Just for a minute i stopped breathing. i was the calf, torn off his mother, in the name of fashion. Just for a minute i stopped breathing. i was the mother cow, with her swelling pius, in the name of a calcium ratio. Just for a minute i stopped breathing. i was the thousand trees, uprooted from the soil, in the name of decoration. Just for a minute i stopped breathing. i was the red rose, cut from her branch, in the name of love. Just for a minute i stopped breathing. Just for a minute, stop breathing. Who are you? Just for a minute, stop breathing. What are you feeling? Just for a minute, stop breathing. How are you feeling? Just for a minute, stop breathing. Just for a minute, stop breathing. Just for a minute, stop breathing. All these minutes put together… are your life… All these minutes put together… are life… In what name do you consider yourself as the master of life? Just for a minute i stopped breathing. It hurts, I'll never do it again. Just for a minute, stop breathing… Pelagus © 2013 |
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