Beneath the camphors.
limbs like flesh, maternal, nurturing, solid, comforting,
providing wonderous light,
shadow and shade for birds,
frogmouths, peewees, pigeons,
noisy galahs and human beings.
Children play in their huge
motherly outstretched gracious boughs.
With arms akimbo, they receive tentative
clambering little limbs, so proud
of their achievements; up above, they look
down on mothers and dads,
“I am a koala, I am a lion, I am a monkey!”.
"Look where I am!"
Even dogs climb these gentle giants,
who have given of their grace
for many many decades.
Here growing imaginations thrive
as do the smiling faces of onlookers
at these children playing their games
as they did in times gone by, (like we used to),
without the shackles of OH&S
and the censoring by bureocrats,
of such simple freedoms.
These trees are the
portals of one of Mother Nature's cathedrals,
(of the) Church street, where so
many gather to converse.
For so many who would otherwise
can enjoy the freshness and abundance,
savour connection to nature
and to one another,
playing chess, drinking coffee,
reading the newspaper, catching up
with old friends, or perhaps,
meeting with the the next would be lover?
For here beneath the trees
at the best office in town
Is Life, an essence renown in,
Bellingen, we so love and cherish.
Children can play safely in their surrounds.
Parents can watch while drinking coffee,
and life can effortlessly manage itself,
notwithstanding the company of elves,
and bureaucrats to admonish
that one is in fact, enjoying ones-elf
beneath (an evergreen canopy
of flourishing, deliquescent leaves)
which are really (wicked, wicked!) weeds..
But this landscape is a testimony to life,
and a fact of Bellingen's appeal
which in these days the world could do with,
weed or no weed.
People are happy here.
Church Street, has become a main gathering place,
which along with Maam Gaduying
(also" Meeting Place", with
make Bellingen so special,
Because of these sacred giants, totems
to much of life’s mystery; and
guardian watchers to so many of our
human activities, our comings and goings on.
As dispensors of love and grace from ancient friends,
from the earth to the heavens
they area living monuments of our history
and times long gone.
But how fortunate are we, that these beautiful, strong
healthy arbours still exist in this town,
(when we have lost so much to 'progress"?).
Weed or not, they bring grace, shade,
and splendour ...
So why on Earth would we want to cut them down?