We are like pockets
Sowed into the ocean floors by ancient volcanoes
Scattered and widespread
Yet everything that confines us
Defines us.
Every little thing connects.
We are the culture we created
And the nature we are surrounded by.
From the rigid mountain terrains of Rabaraba
To the vivid coasts of Rossel.
We are Milne Bay.
A land that sleeps under the shimmering Eastern star at night
And wakes to the glimmering first morning light of the tropical rising sun.
We are the sons and daughters of epic sailors
And the descendants of great visionaries.
Our most treasured item
Is the Bagi,
Which serves as our totem.
The ocean threads our lands together like beads,
Just as no matter how far we wander,
We are each other's clansmen.
We are Milne Bay
The Eastern tip wing of the bird of the paradise.
© Lillian T. 2021
©Picture Courtesy of Roderick Sowelu
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