|Photo by eyeweed||Growing alongside Truganina|
- ‘the swamp’ in 1970 –
where frogs croak under dark grey loam,
found with brown coal in backyard diggings.
|Photo by Anthony|
|Photo by D.Morley|
Larvae of the Emperor Gum Moth
moves like plump green fingers.
Pigface sprawls succulent on vacant blocks.
|Photo by F.Cuenca|
|Photo by Fir0002||Melaleuca paperbarks peel on nature-strips.|
Outlying streets cut across tawny paddocks
of tussock, thistle and basalt rock.
|Photo by T.Lieser|
|Photo by Nussbox||‘New Australians’|
climb field fences on Sunday
to harvest ‘weeds’
as we feast on roast potatoes, lamb and peas.
|Photo by Dave B|
|Photo by wanderer||Seagrass washed to the shore|
rots in layers
so deep, so long
thongs are lost in black muck
when retrieving sinking feet.
|Photo by P.Burgess|
|Timber train carriages|
in Apex playground.
Magazine jetty with burns and
|rusted tracks over the sea.|
A corrugated fence guarded explosives
and keeps the mystery.
|Photo by Anthony||History is quiet with subtle leads,|
wanting to follow the water’s edge,
continuing the curve into Werribee.
|Photo by Benjamin|
|Photo by S.Goblin||Wide miles of winnowing grass|
grace the ‘Meadows’
where lone wolf eucalypts
stand brave on a subdivided plain.
|Photo by artcatcher|
|Photo by Greg||No house, no road yet|
disturbs the brown snake.
|Photo by teejaybee|
|Photo by Louise||Growing alongside Truganina|
and aggressive industry,
Schoolfriends are Italian, Dutch, Maltese.
The land – already so shackled –
could only whisper of Volcano and Aborigine.
|Photo by B.Dieu|
Acknowledgement - I wish to express my thanks to Merrill Findlay for allowing me to reproduce this poem. The original poem can be found on this page.