BUNTY BISHARAH

Dancing in the Wind

While dancing swiftly in the wind, with a backdrop of the sky
The snow gums bend their upper limbs and appear to fly
Back and forth across their stage, in perfect harmony
To the rhythm of the wind and its symphony

Snow gums can be haunting – so rooted in our land
They know the art of survival from Kosciuszko to the sand

Their costumes are so fresh and new, some rust, some grey, some green
And after a shower from heaven, their leaves are squeaky clean
The stage set’s always changing, as clouds go racing by
These come from Kosciuszko - miles high in the sky

Snow gums can be haunting – so rooted in our land
They know the art of survival from Kosciuszko to the sand

And so the gum-leaf dancers, continue their ballet
To echoes of a mazurka, down the Alpine way
In honor of Strzelecki, from another land
They twist and turn down the slopes and pirouette in the sand.

Bunty Bisharah receiving her prize money & diploma from Ernestyna Skurjat-Kozek, Cooma Centennial Park, 20th April 2008. Photo Puls Polonii

Another Poem by Bunty Bisharah

The sound and light show from heaven performed in the high country
Was unlike anything I’ve seen before, it lit every hill and tree
It began with a small rumble way off in the distant dark
But suddenly it was overhead - then lightening made its mark

Up here in the mountains the show is amplified
The deafening crack of thunder would make a dingo hide

The lightening and the thunder fought as if to win a prize
For the grandest performance here of unlimited size
The deadly and brilliant lightening forks flashed down to burn a path
Others raced across the sky - an electrocardiograph

Up here in the mountains the show is amplified
The deafening crack of thunder would make a dingo hide

The sky was so full of rage there was no space for rain
And as the war waged up above it seemed as if in vain
This was a storm of destruction which only the morn would reveal
Uprooted trees and chaos which only time could heal

Up here in the mountains the show is amplified
The deafening crack of thunder would make a dingo hide

It sounded like a thousand whips cracked together as one
The angry raging roaring Gods made sure their work was done
This was a mighty, mammoth show that lasted for two hours
Where blinding light raced across the sky, highlighting almighty powers