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Bunyip Forest Revisited

Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me as I meander 'round the dell and glade. Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where gullies, washes speak ‘abused!’ Reclamation offers now a new facade. Need for powers cut an ugly door. The pylon gash is just before, undergrowth’s boronia's heavy scent. I stopped to suck the beauty in. So strong did the odour cling, and stayed with me wherever that I went. There along one mountain side, 'mid granite boulders there, they hide, the grass trees, what as ‘black boys’ we all call, from here the winding road is bleak, where waters in Tin Creek, through steep and slippery valleys quickly fall. The Ryson’s Creek below the road, through paper bark gently flowed, before water gathered back into one stream, 'tis where I hear the lyrebird mutter, and then wings begin to flutter. To see the dance upon the mound is but a dream. I came across the tramline barrier, where a twenty bullock carrier, hauled messmate logs down to Fraser’s siding. There's the sawdust heap here still, where the ghosts of Proctors mill, amongst the re-growth lay dormant, hiding. Brighton grammars rural college, nestles peacefully with knowledge, city folk come close to nature if they try. The grounds are well prepared, with dugouts if bush fire flared, beside Ryson’s creek that’s flowing closely by. Mount Gentle Annie is the king. Seven-Acre Rock sees everything, above the rolling hills of forest down below. King parrots red and green, fly over firetails seldom seen, where the tallest tree ferns seem to grow. 'Tis where the Bunyip river’s break, dividing with the dank ‘Black Snake’, screeching mountain lories quickly flew, where standing out to some extent, was the mint bush badly bent, from weight of flower mixed with mountain dew. Bauri thick along roads edge gives the impression of a hedge, where tracks of wombats can be clearly seen, it is only further up ahead, where a wombat’s lying dead, in daylight proves to me a wombat‘s been. Then there's that rutted windy track, in the forest further back, beside a channel draining water to the city, where a wallaby near dark, upon the road becomes so stark. To destroy him with my car would be a pity. Lower where the land is clear, fence line divides the forest near, so a bandicoot and wood duck share a plot. With its defensive manner, the hiss of a wild goanna! My interpretation is 'I better not!' The Diamond’s flowing water clear, stopped me to ponder here, then see an eel sway across the sand! I could imagine my float bobbing. I spoke to a yellow robin. A companion through the bush for any man. I see the ferny maidenhair, drooping from the bank o'er where, is shaded by sword grass, which everyone despises. There's the deep alluring sight, always-looking black as night, where promise of a blackfish quickly rises. So, alone I'm quietly wishing, that I'm back out here fishing, where the charcoal burner once gave off a glow. Where I would flush the bronze-wing, or hear a golden whistler sing, with my line below a log amongst the flow. Those pleasant hours that it took, to drive me back to Gembrook, brought many pleasant memories back alive, when I walked and fished for hours, through blanket bush and banksia flowers … these days it's now a Bunyip forest drive.

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Date: 8/1/2021 12:54:00 AM
Fish and birds and snakes seem to be abundant in Australia, but as you say not very many animals at all Love your Koala Bear though what a cutie - the memories that you recalled that day by taking a drive to a place you once knew well 'But which reclamation now offers a new facade' and which has these days become 'a Bunyip forest drive'. Sad, that what lovingly was looked after and enjoyed has been destroyed, but your mind's eye still remembers, an excellent poem Lindsay. Hugs, blessings, Jenn.
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 8/15/2021 8:29:00 PM
Hello Jennifer ... koalas are in a bit of trouble because of their food sources are not connected now. The only eat manna gum leaves and actually end up starving without relocation. I really haven't seen a lot of koalas because they sleep for 20 hours each day. I'm sure you have plenty of attractions in South Africa too - thank you Jennifer - Lindsay
Date: 7/7/2021 7:26:00 AM
Lindsay, Truly magical journey through your eyes imagined 'King parrots red and green, fly over firetails seldom seen, ~ where the tallest tree ferns seem to grow.' Australia's rich forest call to fishermen with aboriginal beginnings from the outback to Mount Gentle Annie. Well done mate. -Richard
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Date: 7/9/2021 10:46:00 PM
Hello Richard ... I don't believe that anything is more beautiful than natural beauty, but sadly what can take years to evolve often is destroyed in a day - thanks for reading and commenting Richard - Lindsay
Date: 6/28/2021 12:11:00 PM
Lindsay this one is a fave for me. The beautiful description takes me with you to the outback and the lovely forest there. The creeks and the animals and trees and bushes. Love it. God Bless, JB
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Date: 6/30/2021 7:58:00 PM
For a start, thank you for your lovely comment Judy. Forests are such a beautiful feature of nature and you won't find a straight line amongst them - catch you soon Judy - Lindsay
Date: 6/28/2021 8:17:00 AM
Great pen with superb rhyme and flow Lindsay, Forests can be beautiful places, especially when describing its natural effects. Have a great day, blessings, Gordon
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Date: 6/30/2021 7:54:00 PM
Hello Gordon ... thank you for your fine comment Gordon. Yes, forests are wonderful havens to see nature as it is meant to be - You have a great day also Gordon - Lindsay
Date: 6/28/2021 4:07:00 AM
Superb poem. I enjoyed the great Ozzie bush poetry rhythm and rhyme. Nice words.
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Date: 6/30/2021 7:51:00 PM
Hello Scott ... pleased you enjoyed reading this bush verse and thank you for for commenting Scott - Lindsay
Date: 6/27/2021 8:34:00 PM
Oh wow, this is amazing, beautiful imagery allows the reader to see this, hear the birds, feel the air within the imagination. A super write, I fav'd it.
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Date: 6/30/2021 6:54:00 PM
Hello M.L. ... as you too write many verses based on the environment, I can imagine you taking a journey through the Bunyip State Forest - thank you M.L. - Lindsay
Date: 6/25/2021 9:15:00 PM
excellent reminder that forests are an essential pleasure and a museum visit does not compare and is not cricket. Way to go. All smiles this side of ditch with no need for elaboration as to reason why. Never mind you might just pip us at the post as far poetry goes. Speaking of which I am finally getting to get a regular spot in our local rag so things are looking up all round. Take care and keep posting. Best regards David in NZ
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Date: 6/30/2021 6:49:00 PM
G'day David ... congrats on getting your work published, and also NZ winning the cricket. You should have nailed the ODI cup as well. Forests are magical indeed, and all different. Stay well over there David - Lindsay
Date: 6/25/2021 6:09:00 PM
Love your outdoor journey, amazing imagery Lindsay.
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Date: 6/30/2021 6:43:00 PM
Hello Tom ... I'm glad you enjoyed the journey Tom. I'm sure you'd enjoy coming along - Lindsay
Date: 6/23/2021 6:06:00 PM
Impressive. You're a regular "Breaker Morant.' Such imagery. You must truly love the outdoors. Stay well my friend.
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Date: 6/30/2021 6:41:00 PM
Hello David ... oh I do. There is much to observe and one never knows what they are going to come across. You also stay well during these times David - Lindsay
Date: 6/22/2021 7:39:00 PM
You will keep Australian artists employed for years to come!
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Date: 6/30/2021 6:36:00 PM
Hello Rico ... when you love spending time in the forest, close observations and knowing it should be written keeps me writing bush poetry - thank you Rico - Lindsay