25/09/2026
"The things they step over"
It's not my job,
I don't receive pay,
It's something I do,
Each and every day.
I go to the beach,
My dog I do take,
To search for rubbish,
Every bit I will take.
As I walk the beach,
From left to right,
Quickly filling a bag,
With all sorts of sh*te.
The algae is,
Mother Nature's net,
It brings back the rubbish,
So it's easy to get.
Most people won't see it,
It's not theirs to see,
They just step over it,
They leave it for me.
If we all do our bit,
Pick up something each day,
We could clean this town,
Then cleanliness would stay.
So if you are walking,
Down the street or the beach,
Pick up some rubbish,
It's not out of reach.
Just pick up ten pieces,
Do it every day,
It will become a good habit,
One that comes to stay.
