About This Book
Ted Lamb's bird poetry will delight everyone who loves the natural world. Personal recollections include a magical meeting with migrating nightingales while hitch-hiking through France and 'owly singalongs' enjoyed on dark nights. Swans are among his favorite birds...Swan MajestyNothing so glorious as swans in flighta vision heard as much as seenas every long, strong quill is bentto drive majestic shapes of purest white.Nothing so wonderful as swans a-sailwith wings upstretched and scooping airand heads held high and proudto scud along black waters in a gale.Nothing so at peace as swans asleepheads under wings and rocking gently on the wavesdreaming of we know not whatwhile all extremities are tucked-in neat.In this edition also there are more of Ted's poems, including an ill-fated intergalactic love affair, 'The Ballad of Sally Stardust', and a collection titled 'Other Space Junk' that introduces some out-of-this-world concepts such as the true universality of the universal wrench.From 'Sally Stardust'Sally stole a cruiser from the deep space park-lotBlasted from the shadows of the moon's dark sideBad-fingered the cop-shipsLined up a star chartCrashed the screaming engines into hyperdrive.Some say Sally's lover was a gambler and a killerOthers just a victim, framed and without viceSally only knew himAs a lucked-out lonerKnew she had to follow in his endless flight.Now she roams the space lanes, singing like an angelMaking a living while she keeps her hopes aliveShe will never stay muchlonger than an eye-blinkMoving on as swiftly as she first arrived.Always just behind her lurk the silent watchersHoping she will lead them where her man can't hideShe can feel their presenceDark and cold and evilKnows she has to shake them or her sweetheart dies.When a shooting star flares brightly in the twilight,Mothers tell their children not to be afraid,See, it's Sally StardustPoor, lost Sally StardustDoomed to keep on searching til the end of days.Someday you may see her, listen to her sweet voiceWhen you break your journey in some far rest bayYou will know it's Sally,eyes so deep with sadnessBut before the spell ends she'll be on her way.
