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- How I
can identify with Morag Ryder! Who among us hasn’t followed a
trail of some plastic or other object inappropriately tied to
the outside of someone’s pack (“hiker!” – the walker’s of the
30’s & 40’s would scream) jagging on overhanging branches and
other obstacles, progressively torn apart and littering the
ground? I know I have. And so often it is the fragments of a
closed cell sleeping mattress that was deemed to take up too
much space inside the pack; much less frequently seen these days
with the advent of inflatable thermorests and the like.
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The Blue Plastic Man
- He is
the greatest traveller Australia’s ever seen
- No
matter where you go, he’s already been
- From
Jagungal to Guouogang and out to Mt Prichard
- At
Carey’s Peak and Gingra Creek, he’s left his calling card
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Little bits of –
- Blue
Plastic.
- From
Deadhorse Gap to Frenchmans Cap and on the Crosscut Saw
- On Ti
Willa or Mother Woila and even Mount Baw Baw
- When
you’re standing up on Tyan Pic or on the Viking high
- All
scattered on the ground, you’ll see the evidence lie
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Little bits of –
- Blue
Plastic.
- He must
be getting tattered now, all the bits he’s left behind
- Hung on
every twig and bush, but he doesn’t seem to mind
- For
still he travels everywhere, up every hill and creek
- Down
the great Shoalhaven, or on Yerranderie Peak
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Leaving little bits of –
- Blue
Plastic.
- One day
we’ll travel to the moon, explore the craters there
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Bianchini, Piccolomini and Copernicus so fair
- He’ll
still be just ahead of you, wherever you may turn
- No
footprints in the dust, but you’ll know he’s been and gone
- By
the little bits of –
- BLUE
PLASTIC.
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Morag Ryder
- “The
Sydney Bushwalker”
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April 1993
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