I wrote this poem because rising salt is proving to be
a silent disaster in the farm lands of Western Australia.
The native WA vegetation evolved to be salt tolerant.
Many woodland species have deep roots and a high water demand.
European farming arrived a hundred and fifty years
ago, replacing the native vegetation with crops and pasture, plants with
shorter roots and a need for less water.
It began the state's worst environmental crisis which
has continued to the present day.
Salt has been published in E2K and Landscape
magazines.
SALT
Since the Holocene
The sea has been
trapped
behind dunes.
It roars
Like a raging lion
ready to be let
loose
on the land.
It sounds louder
at night
Menacing. Threatening.
The sheep listen
From their hillock
of sand
the sea once
covered.
Between the sea
and the sheep
Are salt lakes.
So much water
so much salt.
In the wet years
The water level
rises
and brings the
salt.
The dry years
bring starvation.
Sheep die
but the salt
remains.
Now there is less
grazing land.
It is a race between
us
And the salt.
We plant trees.
It is war between
us
And the salt.
We plant.
The foe is
merciless.
Still we plant.
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