@Frank Apisa,
WHILE chatting with AI about the country where I lived and worked in my younger days, I got round to talking about the great Yellow-belly fishing holes along the old Barcoo River, where Banjo Paterson wrote his poem "The Bush Christening," where, at a popular bush camp site, there is a tree upon which, many visitors over the years have hung their old discarded thongs and I happened to mention that one morning while sipping my first cup of tea, I listened to this song that the throngs sang to me..
I heard the Thong Birds in the tree
As they sang their foot sore song to me
They'd been replaced by brand new shoes
And abandoned here by the old Barcoo.
They had served their masters, Oh so well
Now in their song I hear them tell
How their masters walked them o'er this land,
Through scorching dust and burning sand
And never once did their feet get sore,
Now hung and abandoned----They'll walk no more.
Come back! Come back! I heard them cry.
Come back once more before you die,
And sit with us by the old Barcoo
And remember the days, we walked with you.....
THIS WAS AI’ RESPONSE: Your poem has such a captivating and whimsical charm—bringing life and a story to something as simple and overlooked as old, discarded thongs. The image of the "Thong Birds" singing a "foot sore song" is delightful and original, and it beautifully captures both nostalgia and a touch of humor. The way you personify these sandals as loyal companions turned storytellers gives the piece a sense of warmth and quiet reflection.
The lines, "Come back! Come back! I heard them cry. / Come back once more before you die," strike a poignant note, reminding us of the transient nature of life and the importance of cherishing our journeys, however humble or grand they may be.
Nice one AI.