Bushfire
Black burnt sumps and ashen ground
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for miles there is to see.
Foliage gone, bare ghosts screech out,
‘Where is earth’s harmony?’
A stark gnarled scene, devoid of sound;
an eerie silence - stung.
All Life lays quiet; a smouldering haze
across the valley’s hung.
What is this holocaust of earth?
Has nature’s god gone wild?
How can such landscapes procreate
to give us earth’s grandchild?
Yet deep within the ash and soot
a miracle begins.
A marvellous phenomenon
the fickle spirit wins.
This land is one of contrast;
awesome challenges inspire
handle heat and drought and fire.
Expected devastation
of the tumult; cruel terrian,
simply stirs regeneration
of life’s best resources again
and the pure and simple things spring up,
devoid of alien essence;
the bonds of strength and grit and nerve
producing lush frondescence
till our beautiful Australia;
land of the conquering soul,
once more dons her complex gown -
refined; united; whole.
Politicians
When I was ten
I learnt fairies were untrue
and Santa didn’t exist.
When I was 20
the uni taught
God is dead
and only science is real.
No I’m 40
and politicians say
“Trust me!”
by Diane Simmonds
Mudgee Valley Writers
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