Kakadu Wetlands is home to three million waterbirds
From May to October it houses the comb-crested jacana
Jabirk, egrets and brolga also take their respite here
Macquarie Marshes are used by the Wayilwan people.
They use the Macquarie for burial grounds and ceremonies.
Interconnecting lagoons and channels of Mareeba are bird-friendly.
They give sanctuary to the Australian pelican and crested tern.
Also the threatened home-southern bell frog. Wetlands rule!
in rain-soaked wetlands
pussy willow clusters bloom ~
furry catkins purr
The trees were filled with herons
On a branch or in a nest.
To see the babies being fed
And squawking was the best.
Some other birds were sitting
On a batch of eggs, bright blue,
While alligators poked their heads
From water, like they do.
Assorted ducks and feathered friends
I couldn’t really name
Were flying yon and thither
To the birders’ great acclaim.
My visit to the wetlands
I was sorry had to end,
But mostly ‘cause I toured it with
A dear and much-missed friend.
as swallows land and swifts take flight
inside late noon’s last shards of light
the chill winds that descend on day
cause dense green swathes of reeds to sway
across the flooded vista’s ground
in harmony with nature’s sound
of shrills that echo through the air
from birds and insects everywhere
while stars with room to breathe and shine
light up a land divorced from time
to show the beauty and true worth
of life in balance here on earth.
The beautiful marshy lands,
With bugs, flowers and dunes of sand
I could hear the chirping birds around,
Between the bare ground.
The edges of the grass are sharp and bladed
Above the horizon is faded.
White clouds and Summer sky
Over marsh grasses butterflies fly
How beautiful are these Wetlands
With bugs, flowers and dunes of sand.
We enjoy their beauty,
Without thinking about their duty
The duty of controlling the natural disasters,
As if they are the masters.
But if they were not there,
Then what will happen everywhere.
Realizing the situation
Let's pledge for wetlands conservation.
How beautiful are these Wetlands,
With bugs, flowers and dunes of Sand.
~Deveshi Hans
magical wetlands
with nothing hidden from view
~ opacity-blue
An ingenious man from Blackheath
Who rode his luck from up and beneath
Once had been a boy scout
Never once left home without
But when he checked found a hole in the sheath
He though had prepared for bad luck
Velvet sheets beckoned a tuck
Retrieved some bicycle lube
While he sat on the tube
Pouched his wet lips for a repair suck
Because of sensual addiction
And to enjoy coming friction
Chose from puncture repair kit
To mend the small condom split
Afraid of his lover’s eviction
To circumvent premature detection
Not to eschew passionate affection
He put the patch on the inside
Small draw back for delight
No chance now for any defection
But when crescendo’s climax had ceased
And his virile manhood had eased
Emery powdered paper
Had turned into a scraper
Unsurprisingly he was not too pleased
20th May 2020
Wasted landscapes without proper tenureship
Evicting the true owners from their habitats
Tensions between the economic and survival
Leached sands, eroded banks of stewardship
Artificial substitutions and the phobia of bats
Nature besieged by ignorance and the political
Denude of forests, wetlands, and pollute the seas
So producers and consumers are soon decease.
Each year migrating pairs
Return to the wetlands to breed
To join the resident inhabitants
Who have never felt the need
Frantically honking Geese
Ducks and Swans of assorted breeds
Nesting Wildfowl of every kind
Using the seclusion of the reeds
And in the rich wetlands
The multitude can readily feed
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