Monday, 5 July 2021

THE EASTERN TIP WING OF THE PARADISE


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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