Shelly Beach is magnificently placed at the mouth of the Moruya River, with a backdrop of mountains. The breakwater winds around to a peaceful lake-like expanse of river. It’s hard to believe there’s an airport just over on the other side of the river, until you see how very small the airport actually is.
I walked along the beach early in the morning with an old friend. We passed a sculpture-pile of stones, a dishevelment of breakwater rocks, an irresistible patch of tumble weed, and a warble of magpies. My friend entered into a musical conversation with them, and later captured the song-dialogue in a lovely occasional poem.
Two friends went down to the beach one day
And met at the breakwater wall
A magpie, and it’s mate nearby
Who started a chortley call
They paused their elegant confabulation
Seemed to wait for some sort of reply
So I joined the chortling conversation
Tho’ much less elegant was I
When next I paused, they again did start
And after another minute
There was a space for me again to take part
By now I was beginning to wing it
And so it continued this ping ponging song
The magpies then me in tandem
Tho’ my vocals un crafted sufficed just so long
They gave their response with abandon
This call and response ‘tween me and the ‘pies
A sweetly special engagement
Spontaneous and playful it did not rely
On high training, or planning or talent
(written by Sandy Wilder, November 2014, and used here with her permission.)
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Magpies are my favourite birds, I love the spontaneous little ditty written by Sandy and I can visualise the interaction with the magpies. The warble of the magpies is music to my ears, in fact a family of them are serenading me now outside the window as the sun comes out again after a morning of rain.
I send you best wishes for a safe travel to Warsaw Meg. Catch up with you over there…
Thank you for good travel wishes. Two more sleeps and one more no-sleep and I’ll be there, grinning at grinning twins!
Sounds good, enjoy your family.
I want to paddle through that channel 🙂
It’s waiting for you!
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Lucid Gypsy said:
Sandy’s poem is perfect, I can imagine the chortling chat! I’m with Jude, you live it such a wonderful place. I don’t think I’d ever go anywhere 🙂
She has a real talent. I’ve had a number of such poems from her over the years, and I always treasure them. She’s just written an anti-racism rap and performed it, and she’s eager to write more as part of her creative 2015.
And yes you would go somewhere if you were summoned by grandchildren!
If I lived surrounded with landscapes like these I would sleep outside 😉
What a good idea. I haven’t done enough of it – maybe I begin camping local, even on my own headland. Won’t be trying it in Warsaw, though!
No, not in Warsaw. Safe trip, Meg!
Yup. You live in Paradise. Love the idea of chatting to the warble of magpies 🙂
And you speak with the authority of having seen for yourself! I’m not just a fantasiser.
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