Norbert’s last message

The green banks of Cainbabel Creek

 

Recently I had an inquiry on this website about an article I’d written some time ago, about the O’Reilly family of Green Mountains, an hour from where I live.  Terence Egan wanted to know more about Norbert O’Reilly’s poem Cainbabel Creek.

The poem appears in Bernard O’Reilly’s Over the Hills; in Bernard’s own words: “The lines below were sent by my brother Norbert to the Kerry* girl he had hoped to marry.  They were written in France and arrived in Australia weeks after the news of Norb’s death had come by cable”.

Like his brother Bernard, Norbert was a fine bushman and a man accustomed to tough challenges yet he possessed a poetic soul.  How terrible it must have been to find himself amidst the mud and blood and pointless misery of trench warfare, so far from the green hills and valleys of Home. How poignant that he knew, as he wrote the following lines in August 1917, that he would never see that home again.

Today I often wander the banks of Cainbabel Creek and I never fail to think of Norbert.

(*The Kerry valley, between Beaudesert and the mountains where Cainbabel Creek rises)

CAINBABEL CREEK

Thoughts come to me as I wander

With a loose and dropping rein,

Thoughts of days gone by and ended

Flash into my mind again

 

When I rode in blissful silence

With a heart to full to speak

There was one who rode beside me,

By your banks, Cainbabel Creek.

 

Crooning streamlet full of beauty,

Banks of  darkest emerald treen,

Tiny waterfalls that ripple

Over rocks with silken sheen

 

Fig-tree branches softly clustering,

Blending green of every shade

With a harmony more perfect

Than e’er human heart has made

 

And there rushes swiftly o’er me

Memory that is almost pain,

As there comes the fresh, damp perfume

Of those fig-tree boughs again.

 

Cainbabel, you’re watching dearest

Haunts me daily like a spell,

Calls me back again in spirit

To the spot I love so well.

 

Brings me back when I am weary

The peace of soul I vainly seek,

Though I never more shall see you

Peaceful, cool Cainbabel Creek.

 

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About Tamborine Dreamer

I am a horticulturist, writer and photographer who lives on Tamborine Mountain, one of the world's beautiful places to live with plenty of sunshine, good rainfall, moderate temperatures, lush rainforest, splendid views of both the ocean to the east and the mountains to the west. I love writing about the place in which I live, in all its moods and seasons. Besides gardening I love good literature and poetry, bushwalking, birdwatching, history, Japanese language and culture, and music of several kinds.
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