No longer will I see
The wintery icy moon
Rising between the gumtrees
They have been felled
To the needs of man
No longer will I see
The peachy sky at sunset
Filtered by the forest canopy
It has gone in smoke
To the greed of man
No longer will I see
The flight of wild ducks
Over the dam
They have taken to other skies
Hunted by the cruelty of man
No longer will I SEE!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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