The realness of a great expanse
\nOf ocean
\nAnd the great romance
\nOf hump back whales
\nOf a new born soul
\nAs white as snow
\nWho must take his role<\/p>\n
Seriously he must be aware
\nOf the subtle symphonies they share
\nSoothing given and absolute
\nTo create such music
\nAn immortal root
\nFlung far and wide and beyond
\nThe sky and alliance and an intimacy
\nOf mother and child
\nA place to be<\/p>\n
A togetherness and an honest bond
\nLiving mountains that so respond
\nMagical spells that capture all
\nThe matriarch duty bound to haul
\nHer baby across the many miles
\nThe journey starts and their will be trials
\nAnd tribulations One can say
\nFor Antarctica is far away<\/p>\n
At present a serenity
\nExists below the waves they be
\nLearning to dance learning to see
\nLife is curiosity
\nDown at the bottom
\nWhere the sand is white
\nAnd his own shadow he does catch sight
\nPlays like any child would play
\nLearning to swim and pave his way<\/p>\n
He will be with his mother for a whole year
\nThere is much to learn and that is clear
\nHe is very buoyant and needs to learn
\nHow to really wait his turn
\nTo stay submerged with difficulty
\nTo use his flippers and tail and be
\nAble to stay close able to be
\nUnder her body which is key<\/p>\n
But he has to breathe so he has to rise
\nAlready be is quite a size
\n2000 kilos 15 feet long
\nSo much to learn and things can go wrong
\nBabies really have to fear
\nThe first migration its very clear
\nLearning fast is what you do
\nWith Tiger Sharks and Orca’s who
\nWill soon make mincemeat of a soul
\nWho is still too young to be in control<\/p>\n
As they rise in time together they
\nSee the purple colours and blues away
\nBeyond and above a redness too
\nAn artists palette good and true
\nFor 7 million years these whales
\nHave migrated across the world their tails
\nAnd taken them far both high and low
\nFrom the tropics to the cold ice flow<\/p>\n
Some 10’000 miles what an odyssey
\nFor its there they will eat and clearly be
\nHe will be in her slip stream
\nAnd seldom rest
\nThey will sing their songs
\nIt will be the test
\nOf a lifetime really
\nIn every way
\nThe endless sea
\nDay after day<\/p>\n
Learning to glide learning to be
\nStill almost statuesque superlatively
\nExpressively dancing
\nA tranquil refrain
\nInseparable really
\nSo much to gain
\nGrowing bigger each day
\n60 kilos or more
\nfrom the rich creamy milk
\nShe holds in her store<\/p>\n
They must stay together
\nFor Killer Whales will
\nTake whales apart
\nAnd sharks will kill
\nThey are fast they are savage
\nAnd hungry as hell
\nAnd split up from mother
\nCan be a bad spell<\/p>\n
They have to watch out
\nFor the old fishing gear
\nGetting tangled in all of that
\nWell all now fear
\nHump backs hAve huge flippers
\nAnd so Awkward they be
\nAnd it cannot be easy
\nTo use them and see
\nAnd All the while learning,
\nTo sing songs that will
\nBe universal and honestly spill
\nA lasting refrain across all these miles
\nThen there are other males
\nAnd a female with a calf
\nMight push some of their dials<\/p>\n
With males all around her
\nHoping that she
\nMight give them a promise
\nThats how it could be
\nThe males fight it out
\nAnd females will choose
\nWhich males they fancy
\nAfter they peruse<\/p>\n
The extent of their passion
\nThe journey goes on
\nA coming of age for the males
\nMany on
\nTheir journeys too
\nGetting use to their skin
\nTo their manoeuvrability
\nIf they can win
\nThe heart and the mind
\nOf a female like mum
\nWho may have no suitors
\nAnd may like a chum
\nIt could be a happening
\nReally who can say
\nShe makes her choice
\nThe others swim away<\/p>\n
Now its November
\nThe Sea’s getting cold
\nIts dangerous for certain
\nOn feeding they are sold
\nLots of fresh fish
\nWhole shoals will be there
\nThe migration is over
\nAnd now all can share<\/p>\n
With a heart weighing as much
\nAs 3 men
\nAnd a brain and two eyes
\nJust think agen
\nSuch massive great souls
\nWith memories long
\nSharing their wealth
\nAnd each mindful song
\nThat releases such sentiment
\nPassion and nerve
\nSuch communication
\nWith such light and verve<\/p>\n
The times come for feasting
\nOf shoal after shoal
\nThe flight of the silver
\nThe bubbles the goal
\nThe tail lobs the need for
\nA great cultural flow
\nThe extravagant nature
\nOf wanting to know<\/p>\n
4000 kilos of fish everyday
\nStrained through our baleen
\nMother can say
\nHow to catch dinner
\nWe all take our turn
\nUsing the bubbles
\nFrom knowledge we learn<\/p>\n
We are the greatest
\nThe largest around
\nWe carry a culture
\nAnd are always bound
\nFor somewhere where ever
\nTheres fish in the pot
\nBorn to be free
\nAnd to see such a lot<\/p>\n
We should be endangered
\nAway from harpoons
\nThe Japanese science
\nThe ugly tunes
\nThey play out across ocean waves
\nWhen they can
\nAfter our blubber
\nDespite the great ban<\/p>\n
They hard as nails
\nWith spirit on fire
\nKilling us painfully
\nMaking life dire
\nFor us and our offspring
\nReally they must
\nRealise we really
\nKnow they disgust<\/p>\n
Their own fellow citizens
\nAnd many more
\nWatching us slaughtered
\nand dragged off to shore
\nFilling the ocean
\nwith blood and with gore
\nFor that is what the Japanese
\nwant to do
\nMurder and slaughter us
\nHonest its true<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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