Wildness smacks enchantment
The opposite though is true
And May lead to a rewilding
Its what arrogance can do
“A ready to turn dirt development”
Is not an attractive sign
Its born out of a lack of understanding
Down the line
A countryside where nature
Is not seen at odds with those
Who live within its boundaries
In harmony who chose
This resourceful area
With cherished wild life and
A purposeful existence
And a sharing of the land
The air is generally cleaner
Creativeness abounds
Which leads to inspiration
And a concept that astounds
Surely in tune with Nature
A true air of tranquillity
That is bound to stay rhapsodical
And the area will always be
Sought after by the caring
Those aware who feel
The ethic in each moment
A community thats real
Concreting out the wildness
In a non reversing way
In the long run is destruction
And for that we all will pay
When closing in on the bushlands
Sensitivity
Needs to be on everybodys mind
Its so easy
To ruin years of creation
Which can never be brought back
Development is positive
If it doesnt lead to an attack
Our wildlife friends
Are all around us
Living as they do
In a harmony and wisdom
That for us is good and true
We must realise their great wealth
And appreciate all they
Do for the environment
That we all share every day
As we encroach still further
Into the broader sphere
Forgetting there are others
Who also live near here
The wild souls of Australia
The wonderful Kangaroo
And all the other creatures
That live around us too
Its the heavenly part of what we have
And those of us who choose
To live closer to Nature
Then with vigour never lose
The empathetic mindset
To share and care beyond
Each “little concrete castle”
Which all of us are fond
Habitats are changing
But it doesnt have to be
Destruction of the wildness
That creation helped us see
City dwellers caked in concrete
Escape, they often try
To get back to their actual roots
Where enchantments born of high
But here we are in Packenham
Looking at whats proposed
40 acres of dense housing
And a commercial zone
And likely in the throes
Of losing what God gave us
But what we musnt do
Is sacrifice the wildlife
Thats out there with us too
We have to remain sensitive
Give them the space around
Have that wealth of understanding
Preserve the growing ground
Live within ones ardour
Be enthralled and sure
The naturalness around us
Is for us, to explore
The builders and the planners
Need to think about the way
Some corridors for wildlife
Are included for all pay
Heavily its respect thats needed
In developments where we
Need A written deed perhaps
Where mindfulness is key
I live in a town called berkhamsted
Near ashridge a forest where
Henry the 8th once frequented
Some of the trees now there
Are 300 years 400 years old
Where lots of fallow deer
And munkjacks and wild foxes
And badgers bring their cheer
Living in or near the forest
We must clearly be aware
We might lose a few daffodils
We build fences and stay aware
We can live with the other tribes
Who give us so much and
By living close to nature
We learn to understand
People from other countries
Come and see what we
Were gifted in the scheme of things
And really how we be
Forward looking and caring
Of the wild ones on the land
Who have been hear many centuries
And that all of this was planned
By much higher authorities
Than what is coming here
We must thank our ancestors
And remain expressly clear
That we shall be remembered too
As a people who could share
What we had with the gifted ones
Which is why they are still there.
“Brooklea” residential lots 37.83 acres 447 sq metres average block
5 houses oer acres 10,OOO sq metres commercial zone
On The Packenham Road lot 192
Planning T160690