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For the Corncrakes Sake and Mankinds

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The corncrake has been saved more or less by efforts of the "Save the Corncrake" movement in Ireland, and the RSPB in the UK. The bird, its distinctive sound once common, is now only in a few hinterlands, one of the main ones in the callowlands around Banagher in County Offaly, and down into Lusmagh and also Meelick and Clonfert in neighbouring Galway, where the overflows of the River Shannon created the callowland so suitable to its habitiat.

A series of initiatives, coupled with grants, caused changes to the way farmers done thier farming to take account fo the needs of the corncrake, and numbers are stabilising.

The poem asks, if we made the same efforts to accommodate our fellow man as we do for a bird whose song is not nice, feathers are not useful, and cannot be eaten, would the world not be a better place?

~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Poem ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Its song is not of an angels chorus
Nor its feathers for placing on a hat
Nor its flesh fit to be on a plate
And yet, for all that
The corncrakes call and its demise
Has reached into our heart
For maybe our loss of oneness with nature
It has made us aware, or made a good start.

And so today in open field
Where they cut from the edge before
They now cut from the centre out
So the corncrake can once more
Be heard, above the sounds of evening
By all, for the coming years
For it is through carelessness of man
That nature disappears.

Imagine: if we done for fellow man
Who little for we might care
And adapted the way we live our lives
To give him a chance where
He might prosper, yet we don't lose
It would be a wondrous thing
A lot less trouble would be in the world
That would be a song to sing!

Alas the humble cry of the corncrake
Was not saved out of love:
It took grants of free money
To make man rise above
His lust for gain: and so with man
Unless God gives a financial grant
To man to take care of his fellow man and adapt
Prospects for peace are scant!

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Andy N

Mon 21st Jun 2010 08:18

Beauitful tomas.. Really enjoyed this.. Hope to see you perform this at P E shortly..

I must admit, I mis-read it originally to Cornflake!!! lol

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marvin cheeseman

Sun 20th Jun 2010 09:25

cheers for the haiku feedback Tomas - and great work with the Corncrake poem - my ornithologist mate Martin will really love that. best wishes, Marvin

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Greg Freeman

Sat 19th Jun 2010 17:43

Tomas, your skilfully-crafted poem about the comeback of the corncrake is heart-warming, especially in its wider aspirations. The mournful music is beautiful, too. Greg

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Dave Carr

Sat 19th Jun 2010 17:12

Hi Tomas,
Great poem. Enjoyed listening to it and reading also. We saw and heard corncrakes on the Isle of Mull last year. Very distinctive call but not unpleasant. I like the way you did this.

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Anthony Emmerson

Sat 19th Jun 2010 13:13

Hi Tomas,

I read and listened to this with great interest. As a child (many, many moons ago!) I recall hearing corncrakes in the poor hay-meadows of the high Peak District of Derbyshire where I grew up. I always thought it sounded like someone running their thumbnail over the teeth of a comb. This is a wonderfully informative work, made even more relevant by the haunting audio. I admire your skill in putting it all together and sharing it on youtube.
You pose a very interesting question, if only our compassion for the animal world were extended to our fellow humans.

Much enjoyed.


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