Danny Draper

Freshman - 716 Points (14 July 1963 / Kiama, New South Wales, Australia)

Burnside Tree (Eucalyptus Camaldulensis) - Poem by Danny Draper

Sensors trip the doors,
consumers are exchanged, a
Breath of the world rushes in,
sighs, and is truncated.

A triumph for development,
over the audacity of democracy, a
Marvel the sanitary dendrium,
seamless in situ transfer.

Drip irrigation and drainage,
sustain the containerised roots, a
Limitation addressed by fertilizer,
a pot, a cell, a sentence.

A timber deck surrounds,
suspended over rootplate, a
Trees’ flesh promises mortality,
Delivering freedom to breathe.

Mulch and root trips absent,
leaves and sticks a nuisance, a
Constant source of debris,
spoiling pristine artificial paradise.

Never again the wind or rain,
to rustle or clean its crown, an
Emptied abode by bark and branch,
A sterile, solitary confinement.

Commercial ventures come and go,
nature thwarts currencies flow, a
Burden engineers must overcome,
to beige the green to prosper.

Glen and plain by Kaurna glance,
Sabre winds off Southern Ocean, a
Valance the glass and steel,
indignant spirit of endurance.


Comments about Burnside Tree (Eucalyptus Camaldulensis) by Danny Draper

  • (7/12/2012 3:05:00 PM)


    I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree. However, it sounds like this tree is a bit of a love-hate relationship for you. Still a good poem, though. (Report) Reply

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  • Diane Hine (3/30/2012 6:27:00 PM)


    Every word is meaningful in this sad tale of our own folly.
    We had a holiday in the Flinders Ranges and were told that the lovely River Red gums were very resilient, dropping limbs in dry years and sprouting in good years. How will this tree fare?
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  • (3/14/2012 9:11:00 AM)


    Solitary confinement indeed, how do we expect the very same therapy indoors (in huge concrete planes) when we strangulate them in artificial air and light... I'm now feeling terrible, I am the grim reaper of plants (family joke) and I've just remembered to feed them. Their daily fight for survival down to a fool like me., , bravo to a beautiful piece which may remind me of my duty.., thank you. Karen (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, January 27, 2012


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