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The Boab Legend by Meg Lewer

A lovely old poem written by Mary Durack in 1935 prompted this work.

“There where the red plain stretches to the river
And the bank is furrowed by flood and the feet of the herds
Where acacias dip to the changing brink of the water
And the age-old rocks are the preening place of birds,
You had borne and shed the fruit of your countless seasons
From fortunate seed to tree of mighty girth
Where the dream-folk met sometimes for the fore-telling
In chanted treasure of a race more bold
Than they – pale skinned – the conquerors of earth.

You would remain – part of that lonely landscape –
So we believed, though we came back no more
And nature with unsentimental fingers
Strove to efface the names you staunchly bore.
Was it disenchantment you surrendered
Growth of a thousand seasons fruit and leaf
To the embrace of that consuming fire
Blazing your branches to a funeral pyre,
Leaving a heap of ashes, grey and grief?”

 

Please add your framing choice of either charcoal or blonde wood in shipping instructions. For any queries please contact help@artloversaustralia.com.au 

 

The Boab Legend

Meg Lewer

Original price was: AUD$1,380.Current price is: AUD$1,242.
Size: 45w x 60h x 2d cms
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The Boab Legend by Meg Lewer

A lovely old poem written by Mary Durack in 1935 prompted this work.

“There where the red plain stretches to the river
And the bank is furrowed by flood and the feet of the herds
Where acacias dip to the changing brink of the water
And the age-old rocks are the preening place of birds,
You had borne and shed the fruit of your countless seasons
From fortunate seed to tree of mighty girth
Where the dream-folk met sometimes for the fore-telling
In chanted treasure of a race more bold
Than they – pale skinned – the conquerors of earth.

You would remain – part of that lonely landscape –
So we believed, though we came back no more
And nature with unsentimental fingers
Strove to efface the names you staunchly bore.
Was it disenchantment you surrendered
Growth of a thousand seasons fruit and leaf
To the embrace of that consuming fire
Blazing your branches to a funeral pyre,
Leaving a heap of ashes, grey and grief?”

 

Please add your framing choice of either charcoal or blonde wood in shipping instructions. For any queries please contact help@artloversaustralia.com.au 

 

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