Farm, Megalong Valley
Words to walk with:
The Last Continent by Les Murray
Where my great-grandfather's dray
Stopped, is a tractor field;
Roads for a thousand miles are sealed
The wild is burnt and fenced away.
Beasts who saw the day of men
Are hunted out, disowned, and killed;
Star cities that we learn to build
Rise on the inner mirage-plain.
Wild as our hearts remain
Earth is no more the wild.
Deeps of the ancient forest day
Are stilled to art, and memory.
High venture sings a rising tune.
The earth gives way to the world.