THE TERRIBLE SHADE OF THE OLD
GHOST GUM TREE
Raymond J Warren
She stood on that hillside for two hundred years,
A Ghost Gum that saw life, it’s pleasures and fears.
Now blackened and burned, no leaf is in place,
All bush life has gone, burned away without trace.
She saw it not coming, there was nothing to do,
No warning was issued, till birds shrieked and flew.
And then hades arrived to claim Lucifer’s fee,
In that terrible shade of the old Ghost Gum Tree.
Yes she had seen many years, slow come and go,
Kangaroo and Koala, she’d come to know.
Goanna and Magpie and Piping Shrike too,
But now all were gone, there were not even few.
The nestlings were burned and lay in her breast,
Cockatoo and Galah, and the one with pink crest.
Only a Possum who had lived deep inside,
Managed escape with a slightly burned hide.
So she waits for the winter, for the rains that will come,
For her leaves that will spring forth, to welcome the sun.
But for now she's resigned, to how things will be,
In the terrible shade of that old Ghost Gum Tree.