(header photographs by Harry Waite 1912-2011)

The Myth of the Sacred Brumby

 

 

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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 been
Where foil and plastic litter the ground
And rubbish is flung in the pool:
It’s unforgiveable, my friend,
It’s unforgivabloody-bull!
 
"The bush is not a rubbish dump"
It has been said for years,
Yet some of the sights that I have seen
Would reduce grown men to tears,
For to see the sacred fireplace
With kitchen scraps stuffed full:
It’s unforgivable, my friend,
It’s unforgivabloody-bull !
 
How common it is to find(and how sad)
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 unforgivabloody-bull !
 
And down beside the water’s edge
Some morons had their fun –
They lined their bottles on the rocks
And smashed them one by one.
Now doubt they thought that such a show
Of stupidity was cool:
Well it’s unforgivable, my friend,
It’s unforgivabloody-bull!
 
What wretches come to see the bush,
To breathe the fragrant air,
To lie in the sun by a waterhole
Then leave their rubbish there ?
Who thinks he’s right to trash the place
Is nothing but a fool :
It’s unforgivable, my friend ,
It’s unforgivabloody – 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"
Ought hard and fast be the rule :
It’s unforgivable , my friend ,
It’s unforgivabloody - bull !
 
Colin Paul Gibson
January 2000