Clear Felling

I can hear the dozers in the distance,
droning across another mountain top.
Someone needs one hundred ton of wood-chips,
so dozer droning never seems to stop.

I can hear the chainsaw in the distance,
trimming down logs to load another truck.
Someone needs one hundred ton of wood-chips;
another mountain has run out of luck.

I can hear the log truck in the distance,
carting another load down to the mill.
Someone needs one hundred ton of wood-chips
from somewhere now with nothing left to kill.

It’s heartbreaking to see this clear felling,
but the the scar is seeded with blue gum,
and in time when they reach their potential,
once again I will hear the dozers come.

I can hear the dozers in the distance,
droning across another mountain top.
Someone needs one hundred ton of wood-chips,
so dozer droning never seems to stop.
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Proxenos Avatar
July 2, 2020 at 11:55 AM
People will realize their greedy mistake when the bears and dangerous animals come bagging at their front door. Well penned Lindsay, Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
Laurie Avatar
July 12, 2020 at 12:03 AM
Hello Jennifer … correct. North of Melbourne, kangaroos and snakes are becoming urban livers. Luckily we don't have any dangerous carnivores here - thanks again Jennifer - Lindsay
Wolf Avatar
July 1, 2020 at 4:11 PM
'Dozer droning' is an apt euphemism for the felling of so many trees. Cheers, Lindsay! :) gw
Laurie Avatar
July 11, 2020 at 11:59 PM
Hello Gershon … there's more than trees; there's understory and destruction of home for native fauna. There has been opposition with a number of dozers destroyed - thanks Gershon - Lindsay
Leffanta Avatar
June 27, 2020 at 1:52 PM
I shall never forget my first drive to Bicheno (Tasmania), coming over the hill to see miles of nothing but dead tree stumps. Younger generations may have no idea what the world was like before chain saws! Aloha! Rico
Laurie Avatar
July 11, 2020 at 11:56 PM
Hello Rico … if the stumps were from Pinus Radiata, they had been farmed and harvested, but if it was native bush, clear fell for woodchip and never to return - thanks Rico - Lindsay
Cunningham Avatar
June 27, 2020 at 2:50 AM
At this rate we'll have no trees left. Tom
Laurie Avatar
July 11, 2020 at 11:52 PM
G'day Tom … greed will make sure of that Tom. Clear felling is criminal and should be banned - thanks Tom - Lindsay
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