Dr George Mountain

Bellbirds chink in monotone.
Over granite monoliths
in valleys
waterfalls spill on tree ferns
and delicate maidenhair.

On The Diggings
black folk collect wood
for night-time fires.
"Rubbish," the forester said;
chain-sawing for the mill
he left residue.

Near shafts of the thirties
where white men sweated a fever
that was gold
a small family gathers left-overs.