It’s special out here, connecting with nature
Surrounded by bush, acre upon acre
It’s quiet here too, as I suck in fresh air
No sound of machinery or thoughts of despair
Salmon gums and gimlets they shine in the sun
Once raped for mine timber, and railed out by the ton
Gone are the woodlines, a relic of our past
Hail the bronzed gums that stoically hold fast
Now regenerating with the goodwill of nature
Helped by conservation and sound legislature
Their ribbon-like bark hangs in long strands
Thriving in the Great Western Woodlands
Moya Sharp
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