For a score of years and four
I’ve watched your sand-flat shore
As the migratory birds come and stay
Feeding in the shallows of the bay

Once again this place is under threat
As a corporation tries to get
Handsome profits and your splendour spoil.
They have not learned from other’s toil.

Must environmental questions be put aside
For three months while a government decides
To change its foreshore strategies
And create a major travesty.

What of other towns with sandy flats,
Have Tasmanians thought of that –
And messages that will be sent
By creating such a precedent?

A bridge or tunnel will certainly divide
The town of Lauderdale each side
Of a canal both wide and deep,
Not aesthetic, with sides so steep!

Intrusions, to Frederick Henry, may force the sand aside
But what’s the impact of the tide
As waves sweep along the shore
To silt, or maybe erode it more?

The metals in the Ralph’s Bay sink
May scour and rise some would think
And carry by boat, wind and tide
To Frederick Henry on the other side.

Tasmania is wild and free
That’s what visitors come to see.
Why do people with milk and honey
Impact here in search of money?

Tasmania’s a place of exquisite beauty
And we who live here have a duty
To care for the state we love! -
… Give Walkers the proverbial shove!