Sodium chloride! Snow white! White death!
The dear old red gum fell, with a handshake out of hell.
The years spent exploring, subsoil, clays and loam,
Became uncertainty, when clearing stole this red gums home.
Depressions, already in lowland, allow the water table now to rise.
Summer sun dries out the surface, leaves what's dry to crystallize.
Prepares to strangle life, that dares to grow above the ground,
For there are too many parts per million, encroaching that abound.
The old red gum's still standing, though dead for many a year.
A silhouette for every sunset. Leafless, stark and clear,
Standing still as king with lifeless limb, rotting with decay.
Another sad reflection, for snow white passed this way.
A look across the wheat fields, they too are moving on,
Snow white has reached their arteries. They too will soon be gone.
A forever-creeping wasteland, bleached where little stays alive.
Left to it's own devices and avoided, ‘tis straggly saltbush which survive.
Wind blown seed will sprout then shoot, intend to procreate,
Then yellow off and whither quickly, before choking to its fate.
The fallen giants will petrify, entombed in their crusty bed,
For snow white that denies life, will still preserve the dead.