(header photographs by Harry Waite 1912-2011)

The Myth of the Sacred Brumby

 

 

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!!!RUBBISH DUMPERS BEWARE!!!
In the middle of the bush, on the edge of the bush, ANYWHERE! Boy, I’d love to shove their noses in it, wouldn’t you?
    Unforgivable

The bush is not a rubbish dump -
We should always keep it clean,
But alas, the opposite is true
Of many a place I’ve seen
Where foil and plastic litter the ground
And rubbish is flung in the pool:
It’s unforgivable, my friend, it’s unforgiva-bloody-bull!

 
The bush is not a rubbish dump
It has been said for years,
Yet some of the sights that I have seen
Fill my eyes with tears,
To see the sacred fireplace
With kitchen scraps stuffed full –
It’s unforgivable, my friend, it’s unforgiva-bloody-bull!

 
How frequently it is to find
A very beautiful place
Where someone’s taken the liberty
To leave it a disgrace,
With plastic bags and sardine tins
Despoiling a bushland jewel:
It’s unforgivable, my friend, it’s unforgiva-bloody-bull!

 
And down beside the waters edge
Some morons had their fun –
They lined their bottles on the rocks
And smashed them, one by one.
No doubt they thought that such a show
Of stupidity was cool:
It’s unforgivable, my friend, it’s unforgiva-bloody-bull!

 
What wretches come to see the bush,
To breathe the fragrant air,
To lie in the sun by a waterhole
And then leave their rubbish there?
"Who thinks he's free to trash the place
Is thinking like a fool"
It’s unforgivable, my friends, it’s unforgiva-bloody-bull! ,

 
Dear God, to he who came this way,
Who dumped his trash and fled,
May twenty trucks of garbage
Tip their contents on his head.
For the bush is not a rubbish dump
Be hard and fast the rule:
It’s unforgivable, my friend, it’s unforgiva-bloody-bull!

 
Colin Gibson
January 2000