At a fenceline
“On one side is Australian bush of subtle form and hue,
With bud and flower, fur and feather, scale and sucker, too;
On t’other is the outcome when this
happy world must bow,
An empty, sun-scorched stretch of so-called ‘pasture’ lies there now.
If folk must grub and clear, ‘twixt over there and here,
Why should it be that every twig and leaf must disappear?
Why is not bushland’s face thought good enough to grace
The furthest corner paddock of whatever took its place?
Seems nothing’s quite as dense as Homo australiensis
When he is bent on clearing bush and raising up new fences.”
My own drawings are created in a small way to celebrate and commemorate the myriad tiny lives of so many hidden native birds & creatures that are being exterminated thoughtlessly every day. as well as the ongoing destruction of our irreplaceable heartlands. Being destroyed on a large and small scale, from hand slashers wielded by next door neighbours, up to industrial sized bull-dozers dragging enormous balls and chains behind them.