Screw-in Tent Pegs
Bush Yarns and Poetry


Bush Poetry by Verna McKenzie

Drive 200 metres to the nearest dunny?
Well, some might think that’s kind of funny!


But chaps of decorum and a sense of pride,
Think nothing of it and are glad of the ride.

While others, like me, aren’t so fussy you see,
We dig in the sand for a poo and a wee!


It’s therapeutic under a sighing She Oak tree,
Quietly communing with nature, quite naturally.

But perhaps when I can’t find a loo with a view,
I’ll hitch a ride with the Boys to the Public one too !

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