On Hearing Bell Miners Poem by Francis Duggan

On Hearing Bell Miners



On either side of the woodland pathway
The dead gums without leaves stand gaunt and gray
And bellbirds chirp on them all through the day
And where bellbirds are you only see decay.

A cold winter morning with scarce a puff of breeze
And bellbirds pipe their tinkling melodies
They live on insects, larva and small bees
They find on bark of dead and decaying trees.

These small green birds both sexes look the same
And bell miner for them is their common name
Like tinkling bells sweet music to the ear
And the bellbirds sing for twelve months of the year.

Teritorial birds the bellbirds rule by fear
And other birds of their borders stay well clear
And they even mob large hook billed birds of prey
And chase every unwelcome guest away.

The green bellbirds are one big family
And in large numbers there is security
And they search for insects on sick looking trees
And where they live there's decay and disease.

In Belgrave South on the high wooded hill
The mountain air has a heavy winter chill
And bellbirds songs the only sounds i hear
Like hundreds of tiny bells tinkling near.

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