I wrote this poem last night. I had been talking to my sister briefly yesterday afternoon before going out in the bush. She was telling me about the cattle in North Queensland where many people can no longer afford to feed them. I didnt speak to her for long as I was going out with Jeff to put lick out for our ewes and lambs. The words she did say the cattle are dying was left resonating in my head. Please feel free to share this poem if you feel that it might help to increase the understanding that the bush is in crisis. We must wake up before it is too late. Tricia ~ Wyandra Qld. The Cattle Are Dying The cattle are dying And we feel like dying too. Their sides are heaving With the very effort of breathing. They are too weak to bellow The poor sad, thin, brave and trusting fellows. Hope is fading as they exhale. Is this next breath, to be their last? Finally death, will be welcomed, if it is kind and fast. When will the rains come oh, God, When will they come? How long oh, God how long Till our barren land is turned to mud? When we will see the plans enveloped in the life giving flood? Our land when it turns from brown to green As if in a movie where suddenly the closing scene The hero is released and we are rich With every blade that grows the emerald green. Our eyes are red rimmed and yellow This crying has weakened our vision. Surely this must be a living life as sentenced to a prison. Is there no release date from this all consuming hell? Please wake us up, please somebody ring the release bell... The rains they seem so distant, The taunting sky so blue The restless clouds that dance with hope.. Only to finally laugh, skipping and darting across the sky These clouds they are so fickle, so empty and sadly so few. Like a dream that has no ending How many will there be left, how many will be able to tell? Please wake us up, please Please somebody will you ring the full time bell... Surely someone will care In the hallowed halls of Canberra In Queen, Bourke and Pitt Streets too, In the suburbs of Australia That we have fed, yes we, who are so few. Surely someone will hear, That the cattle are dying, And we feel like dying too. Tricia Agar November 2014
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 20:01:11 +0000
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