When in the forest
The townies enjoy the day
Riding their bikes
When in the forest
The whinnying from motorbikes
Tears its silence
When in the forest
The scream of their engines
Invades its sanctity
When in the forest
The roar from their motor
Frightens the Roos
When in the forest
This constant raving
Starts a stampede
When in the forest
The walkers feeling hunted
Take to bushbashing
When in the forest
Walking away from this ruckus
Escaping to safety
When in the forest
The townies spoil the week-end
By the scream of their engines.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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