HISTORY: TOOLE-BE-WONG MOUNTAIN A poem by Dusty Wolfe When I was a lad up at old Kalorama The hills rolled away in a vast panorama No brick veneer mansions their beauty did sully Along the bush track to the Sassafras Gully. I heard all around me the lyrebirds singing On Dandenong mountain their voices went ringing And wattle clad slopes were a mass of gold blossom The haunt of the wallaby, whipbird and possum. Beneath the great trees I could wander for hours And never see mansions or great TV towers While often I stared at a vision entrancing -- The mystical sight of the lyrebirds dancing. And never in all my dreamiest dreaming Thought I that man's planning and plotting and scheming Could little by little the great mountain plunder And sweep the great trees of the forest asunder.
On Toole-be-wong mountain a soft wind is sighing Across the top spur where the great trees are lying The monarchs that fell in the 'thirtynine fires That never saw concrete or S.E.C. wires. The spinebills of Toole-be-wong sip the sweet honey Not knowing of man and his schemes to make money And gentle-eyed lyrebirds sing without worry Where wallabies browse without tension or hurry.
But from the Don valley comes clanking and humming -- The noise of the chainsaws and bulldozers coming As man in his greed on the mountain advances To subdivide land where the lyrebird dances; To bulldoze the trees where the soft wind is blowing; And Toole-be-wong sleeps in the mists, never knowing That concrete and wires and brick veneer houses Will stand in the place where the wallaby browses.
quote:Originally posted by Crimson Mask I: Nope, he didn't write that neither. Mostly about your cats and streetcars and iguanas and such.
Ya know, it seems like every single time that I desire a streetcar, this dang cat and iguana start playin' up on my hot tin roof...at NIGHT no less! I dunno, but I think 'Bob' has somethin' to do with it.
BUMP As I found myself feeling a bit down after last night's RAW, I thought I would drag out something old (new to me) to brighten things up 'til the CAC stuff starts coming in. Poetry that stands the test of time...well nine years, anyways!
-------------------- Michael Moriarty as Henry Wiggen in, "Bang the Drum Slowly" (1973)