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Tag: nature

Old Man Tree: A Poem

Old man tree,
Do not cry,
For we have come to better the land.

Old man tree,
Do not groan,
For where you stand will soon be a home.

Old man tree,
Do not sigh,
For your body will fuel the comfort of many.

Old man tree,
Do not weep,
For your death will not be in vain.

Forest Twilight: a poem

The orange sun setting
Somewhere ahead
Beyond our sight

Through dense wood
Still are slanting
Glimmers of light

Below a carpet
Of red gold leaves
Crunching beneath

We’ll stop soon
Beside this path
And rest well tonight.

Unexpected Waters

I can now say that I’ve seen water in a salt lake. It’s an unusual sight, especially as you can’t really venture onto a dry salt lake because there are a whole bunch of grasses, or reeds. Large unwelcoming vegetation. But a few weeks ago, I decided to go for a walk on a fine day that had followed several rainy days, and to my surprise, found the path flooded.

A path by a salt lake that actually looks like a lake (the path, not the lake)

Walking with Snakes

People will tell you to be careful of snakes in Australia. I mean, they’ll tell you to watch out for spiders, kick-boxing kangaroos, drop bears, and every single animal in Australia, but snakes tend to top the list. And it’s true that the drop bears do serious harm—I mean, it’s true that there are poisonous snakes, but to be honest if you live in an urban area you won’t see too many. You have to go looking for them. Or venture in their territory.

Night, Lake: A Poem

Cold night 
Deep lake 
Stars bright
Moon white
Still water 
Mirrors sky 
Stone splashes 
Breaking images 
Rippling shimmering 
Moonlight glimmering 
Starlight flickering 
Widening waves 
Slowly settle 
Still again 
Cold lake 
Deep night

Cockatoos: A Poem

All is still

The sun

Sinks heavy

Beneath the pink-rimmed world

The shadows grow long

And dark

And quiet.

Then suddenly a cacophony of white shapes shrieking squawking clamouring cackling burst into the air in a cloud of movement a shout against the growing dark like beacons shining they fight and flap and fly through the sunset-streaked sky

And then they settle

Into heavy branches

They rest

In the long shadows

And all is still.

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