Erosion
Ghostly grey in death.
Lifeless arms and leafless.
Drowned by times erosion.
Change forced by the grief-less.
You were here before me;
a timeless guard and river guide …
once you steered the course,
standing proudly river side.
Still, you’re home to many travellers,
for 'tis the water they must follow.
Now a stark island wayward stop
or a haven with a hollow.
Stand your ground, oh Red Gum,
against the tide which caused your dearth,
where generation after generation,
preceded you to mother earth.
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