Lake Macquarie History

On The Death of a Topknot Pigeon

Poor wee pigeon you have passed

From the sphere of earthly flight,

No more coo-ing, love or preening

May the spirits give you light.


Striving, struggling, like we humans

Slaves we are in quandary,

Braving, battling, slipping, floundering

Then swept to all eternity.


In the land of your Valhalla

Where the day so brightly dawns

Freed from rats, and hawks and ravens

Ever 'mid the fields of corn.


Where red poppies nod and beckon

To the golden, rich repast

Speed you on, oh gentle Topknot

Freed and happy now at last.


Thompson Noble,

BULBA. 23.9.32