May
2006
My Country (a poem by me)
My country, Australia,
Magnificent you are,
Yet people love to trash you,
With stuff like smoke and tar,
We must all stop polluting,
Enough with all this muck,
No more of mess and plastic,
Enough exhaust of truck.
How come it is so simple?
To wreck our world with trash,
Plastic wrap and foil,
Containing food and mash,
We dump it where we want too,
The bin ain’t very far,
Yet still we keep the litter,
That’s just the way we are.
Why do they think that dredging,
Is such a good idea?
It robs the world of nature,
For just a silly pier,
The dugong and the seagrass,
Don’t like the mess you make,
It spoils all their water,
Like saliva in a cake.
So come on all you Aussies,
Clean up this crazy act,
Forget about the football,
Let’s build a mighty pact,
We’ll clean up all the rubbish,
And stop the dredging pest,
Let’s think about the future,
Don’t put rubbish to the test.
I enjoyed the line “Enough exhaust of truck” as you showed you were playful and inventive with the English language as applied to poetry.
Thank you for your eloquent plea on behalf of the dugong and seagrass, Jemimah!
Your final verse is powerful.
Dredging is definitely wrong! How did you get so passionate about it?
Hey I like your poem!
And I agree with Bronwyn’s comments about your inventive use of the English language - very cleverly written!
Although this was a comment about caring for the environment I also detected your disdain for smoking - smart girl!!! Perhaps you could write an anti-smoking poem one day???
Are there any other environmental issues you are passionate about?
Hey Jemimah, that’s a good poem. You have a good rhyming pattern going on there and the different issues you adressed were refreshingly different to everyone else’s. Well done.