Forest Echoes published by the East Coast Tasmanian Branch of The Wilderness Society |
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Sir John Falls, Gordon River 1984Greenies |
Doorknock in the Wildnerness |
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This is a quiet land again. In the distant hills A bird calls its ecstasy Across the dawn. Drops of water fall from the Huon pine-- Its weathered branches cast out Over the old river. The ripple on the reflection draws the eye Across every shade of green Down to a perfect sky. Gone now, from this timeless valley, Are the groaning machines of men, Gone are the songs and chants Of the forest people, And Silence, most patient of monarchs, Gathers again her wild dominions. Unbelievably, this is a quiet land again. Adam Croser Greenies
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All keyed-up about the wild rivers NO DAMS SAVE THE RIVERS Door knocking. Handing out car stickers Someone said: "To Hell with the Franklin What's it all--I mean the sooner there's a bitumen road so's we all can see--" Blind mad-controlling his rage he didn't notice the cement frog squatting on the lawn and stubbed his toe. Another--a dear old face-all smiles "Wilderness is nice and necessary." Another said: "It should all go." After three hours of being pleasant (They had told him : At all times be polite) he drove down to the coast and sat in a clump of Boobyallas to feel the salt wind blow and watch the waves unbuttoning on the sand. There was no wind and the sea and the sand were stained red from effluent from the Pigment factory so he lay down on the dune and went to sleep and dreamed he was on a bloody doorknock in the wilderness. Barney Roberts |