I lit a stick of incense
My wife and I just finished watching the PDT broadcast of the public Steve Irwin memorial on Animal Planet, which has been bidding Steve-o a long farewell these two weeks. I'm not really Catholic enough to be lighting ritual candles, but I did pull some incense from the canister and light that.
I'm not ashamed to say tears came. Not surprised, either.
I liked the songs, both of them; the short Aussie-country and the longer Aussie-folky. Even the poem the guy recited -- "The Crocodiles Are Crying" -- a most curious and remarkable mix of eloquent phrase and greeting-card rhyme. Hardly verse for the ages, but still I was leaking at the top and sniffling.
Then there were the totally unexpected bits. Daughter Bindi reading a statement that was a battle cry for conservation. The great big yellow Crikey -- no exclamation point needed -- at the very end.
I'm full up and spilling over.
"Flowers Of The Forest" -- if you know the tune, you know what I'm saying.
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