(header photographs by Harry Waite 1912-2011)

The Myth of the Sacred Brumby






Some years later Darby wrote this variation on the same theme:

To the walker’s fire I give this verse
The centre of his universe.
It keeps malevolent things at bay
(They lurk in shadows across the way)

But to some, the fire is a heaven-sent
Repository for garbage from minds well bent
Dead tins, wrappers and orange peels
Residues of unsuccessful meals.

This rubbish confronts us till sleep prevails
We dream of it when alertness fails
And in the morning we find it still
Stirred and mixed till it makes us ill.

Show respect for your fellow man
Make tidiness the keystone of your camping plan.

Darby Munro
July 1987