Saturday, December 17, 2011

Conversations Under Grandmother Tree

Conversations Under Grandmother Tree

I always call big old trees with spreading arms Grandmother.... and big old tall ones Grandfather... silly me, really but it stems from a day, nearly 40 yrs ago now, when I sat under a tree with an indigenous girl, whose name has faded from memory ; she told me stories of her people, Dreamtime Stories handed down from generation to generation. I may have forgotten her name but I shall never forget her. I fished for barramundi (a fish) and ate witchedy grubs with her and watched the slow moving river grumble along past our feet...

‘Neath Grandmother Tree

forty year old
into present day
two girls
bond in play…
fishing for barramundi
by a slow moving
that grumbled past their feet
searching under thick bark
witchedy grubs to eat…
a tale of ebony and ivory
long before the song
was sung
two girls
playing in the bush
their souls
were as one…
teaching each other
of two worlds
the worlds of
me and she
sitting ‘neath
the cooling shade
of old Grandmother tree…


the day was hot & humid
summer storms
building in layers
of heavy cloud
pregnant with unfallen rain…

rain today
I asked
wiping sweat
from my nut-brown face…

nope, ‘morrow maybe
she replied
her yawn exposing
teeth of purest white
in a face as black as night
you not like dem
white girls in town
she said
dem ones read Dolly
at milk-bar
and paint their nails
and giggle like sick

you not like them
aborigine girls in town
I grinned
they copy white girls
and giggle at the jackaroos
and flutter eyes like
sick cow…

our laughter tumbled
up into the branches
of Grandmother Tree
who rustled her leaves
at our gossip
with good-natured

you think any quandong
are ripe
I asked

nope, we ete ‘em all
she shook her head
you still got much
to learn
she laughed…

we both laughed then
out loud like
healthy kookaburra
we screeched
chasing each other
into the slow moving
water of
the River….

jackaroos - Male trainee worker on a cattle or sheep station

quandong- Australian tree with edible flesh and edible nutlike seed


Lullaby Lyrics

in scattered shades
of filigree jade…
shadows overlaid
with late afternoon
sunshine that stills time…
creating intrinsic
in branches
and leaves
soft melodies
within the stanza
of a faintly stirring breeze
lullaby lyrics whisper softly
of seasons past
and seasons yet to come
as I sit ‘neath
this grandmother tree
to await
the setting sun…

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Open Your Eyes- A Photoblog on Why We Should Not Litter

Open Your Eyes- A Photoblog on Why We Should Not Litter
I had a very eventful walk today….
… wandering along in silence gazing at the crisp clear scenery… breathing in the fresh air that held a tang of sea & salt… trying not to think of anything at all…

… I just wanted to immerse myself in all things nature…

But then….

…. I came upon a cormorant standing quietly by a boat;
**I was surprised it didn't take off then & there, for they never linger close to humans; I sat on a nearby rock & watched it quietly…. I also noticed a seagull on the sand nearby not doing seagull things…. and It only took a few minutes to realize that both cormorant & sea gull were not well; both just stood there, looking at me…. well the sea gull was sitting…. I slowly walked closer to the gull and he did not move either… I walked closer & the gull stood up… wobbled & sat back down; but not before I noticed both his legs were tangled with fishing line…
**I decided to back-trace my steps to the Marine Rescue Centre ( which rescues people ) and ask for help; there was only one woman at the centre and I told her about the cormorant & gull. Together we went to check on the poor sea birds, who were right where I had left them.
**The woman from Marine rescue rang Animal rescue…. a wild-life carer arrived within 10 minutes (she had been at a daycare centre rescuing a snake from the daycare )…. the cormorant was weak and easy to pick up & move to the shade of the woman's car…
But the seagull was another matter… even though its legs were hopelessly tangled in fishing line his wings worked fine…. another wildlife rescuer was called but it hopeless…every time they got close to him he would fly out of reach… until finally he flew out across the ocean to a nearby twin-hull yacht… we could not help… not this time; the gull would not go far from land in that condition.
The woman told me the cormorant had obviously swallowed something… like trash or a fishing hook…
The bird was being taken to the vet but only has a 50/50 chance of survival.
Notice the name of the boat where I found both cormorant & gull.

I walked home In tears… feeling useless and angry…. the cormorant will most likely die because people are too lazy to be responsible.