Kit Kelen #101 - rebel chorus

101

rebel chorus

the land itself is a rising

through days to days

through honest air

I've known it reach like this

so that a blade is required

there's fire for stewardship as well

wallabies in the paddocks mown

show how we're going for distance

ridge upon ridge morning mist reveals

the joy of scale – that's the bush

and work of birds, dawn to dusk

is song and dance, it's play

where a mighty forest stood

here are white and puny voices

machinery and steel diminish

the land itself is a rising

see how green its reach

then I must be the blade required

always else to do so something

those saplings a first storm will fell

in afternoon cool I encourage

work round things with machete, scythe

never make a line straight

but webs are bridges catch a first thing sun

our power lines will string a mist

and fences make a paddock mine

everywhere the bush is rising

birds ring with it like tales

all around the fallen lie

twig and leaf, nest, tree

already the aches are in us

come still

we are bones of a fire

yet to sing

so many songs

are a morning

the air

is all such wisdom

how will it be mine?