They're taking it, the shipping push,
As all the rest must go -
The only spot of cliff and bush
That harbour people know.
The spirit of the past is dead
North Sydney has no soul -
The state is cutting down Ball's Head.
To make a wharf for coal.
Where picnic parties used to go
To spend a glorious day,
With all the scenery of a coast
And not a cent to pay.
The deep cool tangle shall be cleared
To make the glaring roads
And motor lorries jolt and grind
And drag their sordid loads
And strings of grimy trucks shall run
In everlasting trains
And on the cliffs where wild trees are
Shall stand the soulless cranes,
To dump their grimy loads below,
Where great brown rocks are grand;
And the deep grass and wild flowers grow -
And boating couples land.
Exerpt from the poem The Sacrifice of Ball's Head
By Henry Lawson, 1916
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In the spirit of reconciliation I acknowledge the Traditional Custodians of country throughout Australia and their connections to land, sea and community. I pay my respect to their Elders past and present and future.
