Macquarie Marshes
Parched flat once grassy terrain
To the horizon distant
Water starved marsh wonderland
In prolonged drought persistent
Jigsaw creeks now dehydrated
Silent and deserted
Migrant vacationers to other routes
Eternally diverted
A quietness so like the end of time
Enveloping the marsh
Having stolen all animal wild life
In retribution harsh
For man’s betrayal of the bush
In slowing up the flow
Of distant lifeblood river systems
Created long ago
With damns, bores, canals and salt
Into the years beyond
A birthplace now only of hope
For nature to respond.
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