Born of Steel amongst assemble of Carriages and coaches, child of Australia’s economic depression.
Fay takes education’s degree, her minds open to dimensions. Knowledge of the Arch, like an Electroclptic flash ran through her spine and heart.
No honeymoon in Vegas just Tasmania’s wilderness was the thrill, climb those mist covered mountains and descend into Eden.
Stream of water so clean was the reflection, families life was the direction.
Happily waltzing to army’s of nomadic ways. Packed with luxuries of music, verse and social issues to warm the home.
This was before the mobile phone, polio left her bush walking disconnected.
Man was on the Moon, Armstrong’s first steps with vision and words entrusted.
Oceans of Blue, Minds of Mist
This Earths web of life looking back at a moon of dust.
What oceans of serenity!
Our earthly reflection, is this our future direction.
Had Man just conquered the moon?
The candle has been lit conservation was on Fays mind.
Tasmania decided on Hydro as its economic heart.
Pour us a pond, Peddlers by Wave of the Wand.
Ancient forest sank and fired up Fay’s heart.
A Coach Builders daughters blue print decided.
Her Chariot waited,
No, Cobb and Co fuel,!
No special steps were needed!
This Bodercia was ready up to the Franklin.
Out of the gorge, her colours matched the Thylacine.
Her voice a sword into the fray the commando of the day.
Charge me if you will!,
But you won’t see me sit still.
Like a choir of Green Angels it rained on the Gordon.
This wilderness call, The Franklin you will not cordon with walls of greed.
Stop this in the name of Humanity!
Conservation was not conceded.
Conservation was finally connected
Tasmanian world natural heritage was born!
