There’s a woman in the dunny

Blowing hair all around

And talking incessantly

Of problems, they abound.

Campers are walking

Their poodles and shih tzus

Dawdling and chatting

And sharing, the day’s news.

There’ve been some young blokes

Misbehaving in the park

Drinking and fighting

Even shooting, in the dark.

We nomads are excited

Our minds are all abuzz

It’s not every morning

We have breakfast, with the fuzz.

– Lindsey Wood