I’ve chosen this poem from the CD produced after the 2006 fires by the Halls Gap Community Association as we rejoice in the rejuvenation of the Park with all this rain. Ed.
The green things growing
I love them so — the green things growing
And I think that they love me without false showing
For by many a tender touch, they comfort me so much
With the soft, mute comfort of green things growing.
I love it so – the small creek flowing
And I think that it loves me without false showing
And I like its watery sound, as it winds its way around
And I love to listen to water flowing
Verse 1 words by Myrtle Pickering aged 12 years “The Pinnacle” Oct 1926
Verse 2 added by Fay White from the children’s stories at the Hall’s Gap workshop July 2006. This verse from Chelsea Chatfield’s story