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Originally posted on Our Strathbogie Forest:
On 2019 International Day of Forests, Save our Strathbogie Forest group calls on the Victorian Government to show leadership on protecting our native forests for their increasingly urgent roles in mitigating the climate crisis…
The misting rain as light as being
The pitter patter rain of anticipation
The sun shower rain of joyfulness
The dawn lit rain of new awakenings
The driving rain of persistent harassment
The piercing rain of pain and hurt
The bleak rain of uncertainty
The saturating rain of grief
The pounding rain of anger
The cold rain of fear and loathing
The persistent rain of melancholy
The drought breaking rain of celebration
The tropical rain of surprise and relief
The tin roof rain of night time snuggles
The slanting rain of getting under your skin
The fat wet rain of things to come
The dull rain of misery
The easing rain of hope for a day
The sheeting rain of washing your sins away
The aerosol rain that never settles
The eddying rain of indefinite endings
The ominous rain of growing darkness
The thunder laden rain of shock and awe
The storm driven rain of nature’s authority
The drenching rain of no escape
The floating rain of disproportionate outcomes
The harrowing rain of oppression and spite
The lightning flash rain of vision burned
The unexpected rain of scrambling for shelter
The flooding rain of tears
The icy rain of an unknown future
The sleety rain of chilled to the bone
The sunlit rain of clarity of purpose
The dancing rain of swirling possibilities
The evening rain of contemplation
The elemental rain of fundamental outcomes
The cloaking rain of secrecy
The wispy rain of dissipation
The hard rain of death
The transparent rain of release
The soft rain of peace
Call it naive.
Head for home my darlings
Run the very last mile
Take your mother in your arms
Revel in her smile
See the family home awaiting
Doors always open for you
Embrace the love inside
The love that greets you two
To see you home again my loves
To look into your eyes
To touch your cheeks, your hair
Makes parents come alive
We hear the stories of life being lived
Interested and entranced
We see you grow and give
Toward life’s merry dance
Through all trials and tribulations
You know we’re always here
We hold you in our hearts
We hold you ever dear
Accepting your achievements
Your foibles and your flaws
Our pleasure’s in the hoping
That there’s always to be more
Lay down your heads our children
On the pillows of your youth
For sharing and for solace
This home is yours in truth
My colleagues have gone with a wave friendly
I sit enjoying my third cup of tea
restorative, after work as a volunteer bushy
the silence is golden, post a productive working bee
there is a koala up high looking down at me
a bee hive opposite, in the hollow of the tree
a cockatoo sits in shade on the creekside lee
blue sky above, sun shining brilliantly
hot on my back as summer clings enduringly
the wind is still, as still, as still can be
all I hear are sweet biscuits crunch, recharging energy
the water at my side this year flows sluggishly
not a ripple, not a splash, just mirror brown and glassy
the grass is dry and crisp, the colour yellow sandy
the eucalypts grey green, their heat resistance handy
not a breath ruffles the leaves hanging limp and lazy
the world outside is a world away, way too fast too crazy
the peace is as complete as any peace can be
as I sit in this place to savour, post working bee cup of tea
When there’s tracks that bring you down
Pick up the phone
I’m glad you called
I’m surprised to hear from you
No, it’s not ok
You only call me when you fall
I know you don’t really want to see me
It won’t be much fun for either of us
Still we couldn’t be much closer
There’s so much more for us to discuss
Maybe we will last an hour
Before another breakdown takes place
What’s the difference now you’re older?
It’s the addict lines, etched in your face
I’ll light the fire to keep us warm
You place the flowers to freshen the room
We’ll find some hope to keep us calm
While I listen to you
Then I know the infiltrators will come
Make the room cold again
You’ll throw in a line, to bullshit me some
To ensure there’s an escape route at hand
Back to the life you just retreated from
That hooks and tears and claws
The life you chose that defeated us
Relentlessly demanding more
Don’t let them in
Our house
Could be a very fine house
With children in the yard
It doesn’t have to be this hard
Everything could be easy, if not for you
With apologies to Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
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