Bards of the Bush

Published 25 Feb 2013 
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As a relatively new Bushie I enjoy being surrounded by colleagues who are passionate about the bush. But to my dismay I find our work invariably reduces us to using the language of an accountant rather than a lover to describe what we work so hard to protect. To counter this I invite everyone to close down their Miradi files, dig out their favourite prose or poem about nature and post it on Bards of the Bush. To start the ball rolling a little gem from Marcus Clarke who died in 1881 and is best remembered for the novel For the Term of his Natural Life a ‘ripping yarn’ about an Australian penal settlement.

Some see no beauty in our trees without shade, our flowers without perfume, our birds who cannot fly, and our beasts who have not yet learned to walk on all fours. But the dweller in the wilderness acknowledges the subtle charm of this fantastic land of monstrosities. He becomes familiar with the beauty of loneliness.

Marcus Clarke