I was inspired to come up with poetic lines, which have not yet made it into a poem. But they are recorded for when I have time to complete it.
I was driving home from my mum's one day and saw ahead of me huge columns of brown smoke. Acres and acres of farmland had been cleared for the planting of vineyards and that was the day they burnt all the trees they'd chopped down. It made me feel very sad. I love trees and it seemed sacriligious to see them burned in a paddock - not even used for firewood while heaps of families are cold because they can't afford to buy wood in. It made me mad, as well as sad. So I voiced the feelings poetically.
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