I hate, I hate, I hate the sound of chainsaws
It’s like they’re cutting me
I can feel the tortured screaming
Of another murdered tree
Some people think it’s silly
Dan Poets are on the same page
They express the upsets much better
That leave the spirit anguished in pain.
It was around 2010 a distress signal entered my brain
Rumbling through my slumber like thunder on the Seymour train
I commuted9½yrs from Broadford to Melbourne for work (2006-2015)
Loving the giant River Red gums between Donnybrook and Craigieburn
And realised I Was witnessing the onset of their Premature Death
Over months I began to notice
That some looked more than a little sick
I’d point this out to familiar strangers
Sadly only a few could see the diff
During 2013 a new face agreed and said he was a Botanist
Confirmed to my inner being I’m not full of shit (Thank you Mister)
Then pleaded could he contact Hume City Council pretty please
The result if you’re interested over 30 had been Poisoned
See their crumbling ghosts behind Austral bricks
Ironic I came across in Step Toes’ shop an old children’s book
Titled Nyuntu Ninti means “What you should know” in Aborigine
And Bob Randle explains the connection with nature and trees
Made a lot of sense to my heart’s confused unease
So, when hungry Cockies come and destroy your house
It’s built where their home trees for Centuries had stood
And offset planting somewhere else
SERIOUSLY!?
A Far Away Place!
Will NEVER be Near as good
Environmental Vandalism renamed Progress
Gives this new era a justified excuse
Why do humans think they’re more important
Than ensuring every remnant tree left is kept¿
Please try understanding
When a forest of tears fall from my eyes
For I’m empathic with the planet grieving
Too many trees are condemned to die
They’re Mother Earth and Father Time
We have all come from this way
Inter-connected by the roots of our Family Trees
The lungs giving all life existence sustaining Earth thermally.
But what would I know without a PhD!?
- Donna Fitzgerald
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