Poem of the Week: The Hills Are Alive?

Less so than before

We have some satire this week which should be taken seriously. Most New Zealanders don’t experience the sound of choppers heading inland with their lethal load of 1080. However, it has been happening for decades, in areas that the Department of Conservation designates for poisoning.

This wasteful spending of taxpayer money means that in many remote and hilly areas, the continuing drops of sodium fluoroacetate are killing birds, insects, deer, and some rats, stoats, ferrets and possums.

It needs to stop, and as many hunters will tell you, the selective trapping and shooting of pests, and the valuable possums, is the way to go.

 

Credits – Image by Cara Gledhill, Words by Carol Sawyer (based on the original song “The Hills are Alive” from The Sound of Music”)

The hills are alive with the sound of choppers
Destroying the songs of a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of silence
My heart cries “Stop !” I can’t believe my ears.

If you go to the hills when your heart is lonely
I know you won’t hear what you’ve heard before
Your heart won’t be blessed with the sound of birdsong
You’ll feel joy no more.

( Original words to “The Sound of Music” by Richard D Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstain :

The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears

I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I’ve heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I´ll sing once more )