Greenaissance^® Concepts

This page is for Australian Bushwalker Poetry , the poems are about the Australian bush as seen through the eyes of  Aussie Bushwalkers. 

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Asleep in the eye of an eagle,
   In the eye of the dreaming adrift
With the kestrel, the tern and the seagull

   Where the waters fall over the cliff;
A blanket of breezes to cover me,
   My quilt was the skin of the sky,
The sun and the wind rippled over me
   Asleep in the eagle’s eye.

And whilst I was peacefully sleeping
   Above the precipitious height,
The bird, like a pinnacle leaping,
   With wings of a sphinx in flight,
Swept, like a mountain in motion,
   Soaring so far and so high
On a journey over island and ocean
   With me fast asleep in its eye.

Its beak was as sharp as a sabre

Sing the Praise of Water Sing the praise of water The sky’s sweet swimming daughter Born in the cumulus cloud, Sing this praise aloud. Sing the praise of wasser, Of aqua, lymph and quasha - Cease the praise? No, never, Sing on, sing on forever!

   Bent down in the way of a prow
As it sailed without any labour
   With a buffeting wind on its brow;

Its wings stretched out like a coastline
   As waves rolled over the deep,
And spiralling over the cliff-line
   I never once stirred from my sleep.

With a rumble my eyrie was shaken
   When my pilot set down with a shock;
The animal blinked and I wakened
   As waves battered into the rock.
Now I think of great wings on the skyline
   Where the waters leap into the sea,
Embraced by the wind and the sunshine,
   The ocean, the eagle and me.