Digger Country

the scars cannot be covered

eucalypts attempt their interment

through the years

their roots shifting soil – reclaiming broken bush

 

this was digger country

mostly Irish and Italians

come for gold

and punted to scrape

at these low-yielding hills

 

the ground reeks with memory

corpse-chimneys loom between the gums

and mumble about miners' rights

while myna birds nest within

 

tourist boards ascribe each dip in the landscape a name

Fight Gully, Italian Hill, Tubal Cain

Wilder than the wild west, one proclaims

with no recompense for times before

 

Be careful not to stray from the path

The area contains open shafts  

 

 

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Lachlan Robertson is a writer living in Trentham, Victoria, with interests in ecocriticism, fantasy fiction, and poetry. Lachlan is a keen beekeeper, hiker, and horse rider.


Banner image courtesy of S.T. Gill, sourced from the State Library of Victoria.