Plastic on the Beach
For our holidays we went to the beach
To a place so perfect, almost out of reach
Nestled in the bush amongst the dunes
We listened to birds singing their tunes
And monkeys came to have some fun
Looking for nuts, perhaps a bun.
Then the sun came out and we went down to the waves
Onto the beach, then rocks and caves.
Sparkling water, warm and bright
Sliding up the beach so slight.
Golden sand in my hand
Near to paradise in this land.
Then, something that made me sick
All along the beach, scattered plastic.
Combs and slops and ropes and tops,
Drums and tubes and lids and lubes,
Red and white and green and blue,
And other there a broken shoe.
Bits from all around the globe
Have gathered here on this beach
Carried here out of reach...
But to the turtle they are foe
For down their throat they will go
Causing slow and painful death,
Squeezing out every last breath.
So the clean must begin in a tic
Lets get rid of ALL Beach plastic.
Sandy Inglis April 2013
