Fire on the mountain
Consuming all the wood
I wish you could
Do some good
Koorawatha, snakes in the shade of trees
Billabongs and ponds
Australiana frieze
Rusted railings cockatoos
White sheep on their knees
Horned cattle and wallabies
As alone stands the tree
Termite mounds of red earth lean
Telegraph poles stand in apostrophes
Ridges of sand stone stood hard
In relief of the Aussy back yard
The
sun’s heat blazes from an all seeing height
Dashing visions of rape seed in yellow oil
light
Penniless farms in lands of plenty
Mines and rock shards below
The towns of shanty misery
Streams flow beside Olympian highways
Bendicmorrow
Of rusty ears and machinery
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