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.
Nature taking back its own. Some treasures in this: rust, grass.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the distinction Murray makes between the earth and the world.
I love the poem and the silvery dried grass against the rust of the old wheel. Men go and come, but earth abides.
ReplyDeleteExquisite. You have the contrasts of the rusting metal against the unmarred corrugated iron, and the bark of the tree against the weathered timber.
ReplyDeleteJ.E., your are so good at this kind of 'remnants in the nature' kind of shots!
ReplyDeleteThe grass and the rusty wheel make a wonderful contrast.
ReplyDeleteBloody hell ... I missed the corrugated iron. Yet that Vicky chick picked it up. Good eyes from her!
ReplyDeleteI missed the CI ... missed it ... *hangs head in shame*
The earth gives way to the world...I'm going to have to ponder this one as I find that last line troubling. Still, it's a great photograph and gives me something to think about as I head off to the bath. Have a great day, JE.
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