Rotters (Rescue One Tree )
in the 1920's Hector McWilliam planted a lone tree out on One Tree Point.
the test of the elements until the early 1990's.
of all some upper branches were sawn off (above) and then in November
1991 it was ringbarked.
later an attempt was made to blow it up.
attempt was made by the local horticulturalist and volunteers to save
it but once again vandals intervened by severing the watering hose.
over a year later it was proclaimed as dead.
timber was retrieved and preserved with many small pieces turned from
the branches and trunk including the Mayoral Gavel and base in use by
Eurobodalla Shire Council.
Group from the community were assembled and from their toil a new tree
was planted in July 1994.
were "The Rotters" and here is the story, in newsprint
and in photos,
of their labour, their commitment and their dedication to returning
the icon of Tuross Head back to its community
on this link to see a slide show of photos
Vandals trash Tuross landmark 17 March 2006
One tree there was down by the sea,
In Tuross town one tree there'd be,
Standing tall, standing there, all alone with not one care,
One tree there was until the day, someone thought one tree should
...stripped of bark and all its glory, one tree destined to
be just a story,
Someone came deep in the night, determined to rid one tree from
The cowardly act despised by all, the Turossian landmark came
One tree that was I saw today, now just a stump where it did
Although I am not a local, I will remember with regret,
One tree that was......1992
One Tree ....
You prevail o'er the sea
And the fast-changing land,
From farthest horizon
To gold-ribboned strand.
As cannons of thunder
From ocean's vast flow
Besiege your sheer isthmus
In cauldrons below.
And convulsive rip-channels
On a foam-ridden course,
Strafe your crag in insurgence
With their demonic force.
"Pray, banished recluse
In symmetric relief,
And scabby green buffer
Of the spined scaly leaf;
Do you spread your wide arms
To invoke or conform,
As you pine, a lorn alien,
Unsubdued by the storm?"
Lonely pine on the headland,
Poised, majestically grand,
And more spruce than indigenes
Of your own native land.