Last year, only last year,
The forest tracks
Were but roos tracks
Or dry creeks to follow.
This year the forest
Holds a new network
Of them made by
Four wheel cars
To be precise.
It has opened the forest
It is true,
But what devastation
It has caused.
For it was not recreational time
But driven by greed indeed
To collect hundreds of dollars
Worth of wood when the cars
Themselves are worth
Many thousands of dollars
Total madness if I may say so.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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