(header photographs by Harry Waite 1912-2011)

The Myth of the Sacred Brumby






Hide Your Bottles

If you feel inclined to chuck
All your rubbish and your muck
In the little stream a-flowing past your door,
Check the impulse – think again,
For with all our might and main
We have tidied up the gurgling streamlet’s shore.

When we came back from our tramps
Dad had cleaned all the lamps
And Dave had soldered damaged kitchenware.
Mum had tidied up the store
And done odd jobs galore
While dad made safe the broken front door stair.

When you come to Betts’s Camp
Follow well our good examp.
Burn or bury all your rubbish and your tins.
Scrub the tables, sweep the floor,
Leave it neater than before,
And hide your bottles as you would your sins.

Kath McKay
The Sydney Bushwalker”
January 1941