MAD MAX CAMP
They are yellow blue green and red
With big wide tyres full of tread
Tents and swags eskys and bait
Driving down North Street to Woorim Beach access gate
The weekend warriors heading down the street
The noise of their 4×4 vehicles thundering and indiscreet
They have purchased a beach permit just for the day
Or maybe a week depends on their stay Sausages bread big mac and coke
You know it’s them by the rubbish and the smoke
They do not give a toss about the destruction they cause
Loss of the turtles marine life and birds
The bush and the beach do not get respite at any time of the year
There here every weekend and in top gear
Who is in control of this mayhem? Please let us know!
It is open all season no rules just a hell hole
The locals just reckon it is a crying shame
There are no rules just Mad Max blame
Years ago the beach permit was for a year
You had to be a resident to receive one my dear
So the land had a chance to recover from the mob
The turtles could nest and the trees could evolve
Before you know it the place will be crammed
With plastic bottles and old jerry cans
If all this money that is paid for the visit
Could be put back into the beach as we new it
Educate the people who come and stay
Control the environment or there will be a day
Where the top end of Woorim Beach will be a ghetto
It will be a Mad Max Camp can you hear the bellow
The people responsible you know who you are
Just explain to your children why the beach is in a jar
The ying and yang of this poem is clear
Money cannot replace everything that is here
There must be a balance where trees and birds live
So the weekend warriors can give
They call it downtime a space with no one visits
Birds and animals need no noise do not disturb is this explicit
Reproduce replenish go forth and multiply
Turtle season does not qualify
What nature provided for them to see?
Camping under the stars in that swag or tent
Sharing that experience with family nothing to vent
Coming away with a nurtured soul
Sitting by the camp fire when it turns cold
Laying in the sun swimming at the beach
Sausages on the BBQ cricket by the sea
Memories made on that special bush camp
Can someone out there hear this chant?
Take a big look at what we will loose
Animals plants an environmental tool
Can someone out there balance the books?
Look out world it will be gone for good
By Sharmayne Kurtz
SKY
It is white and grey with bits of blue
Soft and flat and nothing to view
No trees or grass just moisture and rain
Mist and swirls of a fairy like plain
They call it heaven and there is nowhere to go
It reminds me of the ice and of snow
But it is just vapour and wind you see
The plane is flying and we are free
So peaceful and serene and no maddening crowds
We are sitting here with our head in the clouds
Just a trip through this place
Soft and peaceful and full of grace.
By Sharmayne Kurtz