For years we've loved our sunburnt country
But now many have come to find the heat unbearable
As our eucalyptus burn
And our great reefs bleach
Our attentions turn
To the climatic impact our day-to-day actions hold
They said that my island home is waiting for me
But with rising sea levels I'm not so sure
As the water turns green
in the famous harbour I so adore
Can we return to the shade of the Coolibah tree?
We will just have to wait and see
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Author:
Lord Montgomery (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have never found myself drawn to writing about the natural environment, yet as I reflected on some of the best poets from Australia such as the likes of Dorothea Mackellar and Banjo Patterson along with more contemporary odes to the nation such as Christines Anu's My Island home which I have become obsessed with, their depiction of this land I call home is greatly juxtaposed by the current reporting's of the last four years of Fire and Flood. When writing this poem, I wondered what the old poets would think of the landscape they so adored?
- Category: Reflection
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I too like the old poets. But if the best you can do with these catastrophes as a young student is sit around and wonder what those old poets would think, then up yours, M’Lord. 🙂
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