NSW logging madness of the demented

Posted on July 25, 2022 by Rex Tyler

In NSW they are hopelessly asleep
Unconscious to the predicament
That makes some of us weep
Our precious trees their abundance
Their value to us all
Not as wood chip not as logging
There’s another call
God like in their serenity
Their oxygenating normality.

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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