This poem by Jean Daglish was inspired by the sight of big machines going in and pushing down huge, beautiful trees which were homes for wildlife including koalas.
Just A Rhyme?
“There used to be koalas here,”
My grandma said to me,
“They used to look so beautiful
As they lazed around the trees.
“The night would sing out noisily
As the male would seek his mate.
It was a regular happening,
But we left it all too late.
“The word was out, their habitat
Was disappearing fast,
But as usual their plight ignored
As has happened in the past.
“We knew that we could hear the birds
And still enjoy their song,
But wildlife pocket, then the next,
Was going, going, gone.
“It didn’t really happen slow –
Machines just ripping in.
We seemed to just be standing there
Yet missing everything.
“We used to see the wallabies
With their endearing stance,
But their sad plight was much the same.
They didn’t have a chance.
“For houses and more houses
Standing in a row,
Our greed was taking all their land
And they had nowhere to go.
Not the only ones you’d see
Our wildlife was abundant
But we didn’t heed the plea
I wonder how this rhyme will end,
We really have a choice.
Will we stand up and be counted
And be the wildlife’s voice?
Will we try to change their future?
Will we stop and find the time?
Will we show the changes needed,
And make this just a rhyme?
By Jean Daglish
Luke and Jean Daglish have campaigned against quarry development in the Mt Cotton area for many years. Here is their submission to the Senate inquiry into certain aspects of Queensland Government administration.