Protecting Wilderness and National Parks

The Rock Gardeners - a poem

The Rock Gardeners

The Gardeners of Stone guard the temples of doom
Where the rocks wind and bend in a mist laden room.
They tender the haven of many a delight
Without trowel or shovel, just stealth in the night.

We are the Gardeners, in the Gardens of Stone
Gardens of treasure, Of nature alone.
Across these pagodas things move every which way,
As nobody intended; so The Gardeners say.

Go silent and walk where the rock daisies grow,
No gardener needed to spread seeds and sow,
It seems like a random scene of colour and style
Nothing out there is in single file.

A visitor coming to see this intricate array
Might at first be alarmed and express utter dismay.
So different a place to the comforts of home
Let’s shine it and mine it and make it our own.

Those pagodas go well with a fountain or two
In a front suburb yard stuck in place with some glue.
And the flowers we’d dig charge the earth for each lot
Make a million a day not a penny would drop
To the slick politicks with their spin doctor spiel
Of sick and crass reasons to break natures wheel.

The Gardeners of Stone guard the temples of doom
Where the rocks wind and bend in a mist laden room.
We are the Gardeners, in the Gardens of Stone
We guard these treasures of nature alone.

There’s plenty to do in these crazy paved places
They need so much attention with so many races
Of abundant green fabrics and cloisters of creatures,
A display of multi dimensional features.

Skinks to tend and swamps to mend with Boronias pink galore,
And cracks in the soil with coal mining spoil
Cast by careless caretakers in muck machine breakers
Who don’t know the strength of their toil.

There’s crazy bike tracks where mad rides make big stacks
Of damaged and derelict cars,
An abandoned contract for the sand in the crack
Leaving dangerous and dungeon like scars.

So these gardens declared they need gardeners who cared
And spared them any more ill.
No more underground sound shaking leaves above ground
Or waters polluted to spill.

 

The Gardeners of Stone guard the temples of doom
Where the rocks wind and bend in a mist laden room.
We are the Gardeners, in the Gardens of Stone
We guard these treasures of nature alone.

Gardeners of Stone how big you have grown
Grown rich and strong in Stone Gardens,
These Gardens of Stone, Do you hear their tone.
You ! you ! we ! are the Gardeners of Stone
You me and thee , are the Gardeners of Stone.

The Gardeners of Stone guard the temples of doom
Where the rocks wind and bend in a mist laden room.
We are the Gardeners, in the Gardens of Stone
We guard these treasures of nature alone.

 

WE ARE THE GARDENERS

THE GARDENERS OF STONE

 

Wyn Jones
November, 2017

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