"For the first time in history, mate, I've just been involved with an issue where people were worried about the welfare of a shark. How's that? For the first time in history. Yay!" - Steve Irwin
September in Australia
by Henry Kendall
Grey Winter hath gone like a wearisome guest,
And, behold, for repayment,
September comes in with the wind from the west
And the spring in her raiment!
The ways of the frost have been filled of the flowers,
While the forest discovers
Wild wings, with the halo of hyaline hours,
And the music of lovers.
September, the maid with the swift silver feet!
She glides and she graces
The valleys of coolness, the slopes of the heat,
With her blossomy traces;
Sweet month, with a mouth that is made of a rose,
She lightens and lingers
In spots where the harp of the evening glows,
Attuned by her fingers.
We, having a secret to others unknown,
In the cool mountain mosses,
May whisper together, September alone
Of our loves and our losses.
One word for her beauty, and one for the grace
She gave to the hours;
And then we may kiss her, and suffer her face
To sleep with the flowers.
4 comments:
Yeah, I did a little post on this last night. If there is a silver lining, it is that he went out doing what he loved. How many of us can say that?
Hard to imagine we won't hear his crazy, but full tales anymore.
A loss for those of us who care about nature and the environment in which we live. My sympathies to his family and friends.
Your tribute was moving.
What a bizarre and unusual tragedy of nature, since everything I've heard says this particular event was highly unique.
I think that it's a very gentle & moving poem, to a great person who is deeply missed, but leaves such outstanding & vivid memories and is such a true (& "driving") inspiration for others to follow & continue his legacy in becoming wildlife warriors in the name of flora & fauna conservation.
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