sunrise over swamps

sunset over melancholy seas

the destruction of the swamp

on July 11, 2011

This creative writing piece first appeared in my redbubble creative writing portfolio in October, 2010.

It is a true story, drawn from my teen years living in the Gippsland region of Victoria, Australia.

The Destruction of the Swamp

I grieved when the swamp trees were cut down. The trees razed to make way for cattle. In the marshy soil where nothing grew but snakes and thin straggly trees that turned red in autumn. Walking across the rich deep grass and sinking into the wet soil. Watching the ibis fly away at my presence. Alone and alive in the thick undergrowth.
Then the farmer arrived with his chainsaw and carved a swathe through the swamp. The trees, gone, to make way for a muddy sparse paddock of thin pasture. Heavy boned Friesian cattle struggling through the wet soil, their pregnant bellies swaying as they try to pick a path through the muddy ground.
I look out the window and feel deep sorrow. The trees, gone. The birds, gone. The cattle trying to graze where the trees once grew. There was not enough new pasture to make it worthwhile.
Ten years later: the trees have regrown. The swamp beings to reclaim the soil. The valley here is too wet to support the cattle.



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