Tales from Brunz Part 1, presented by the Save Brunz Alliance:
On the beach a dog turd steams in the sun
And the Earth Mother in new 600 dollar shoes
Treads it into the sand and says ‘its organic matter’
And pushes her pram through the dunes.
As the panicked wallaby family gets chased
By more canines well off the leash
Rampaging through a protected reserve
That’s not on the list for ‘dog beach’.
The Earth Mother says,
‘They did the same thing yesterday, I won’t be bringing them back’
And her friend nods his head agreeing,
‘Yes, this place isn’t up to scratch’. (huh?)
And they tie the black plastic poo bags to a fence
because the bin is 50 feet away
and tell me to get stuffed when I point it out
load the car up and drive into the day…..
Fred Porter, Brunswick Heads
More of us need to care for the beach, even though alot of us do, a small number of people just don’t care. I often pick up other people’s dogs poo’s, it’s not really any effort and I hope I am saving someone who gets all mad about such things, because personally I dont care about some shits here and there, but I have a dog and pick my dogs and any others poo’s up as much as possible. Wallabies poo on the sand too.
wallabies eat native plants, but this poem isn’t just about shit is it?