The
Storyteller
Disclaimer: The contents of these pages may well be based on ideas from fact but the effect of my imagination has rendered them largely fiction! Do not give credibility to the contents.....
unless you have a suspicious mind..... well, do you?
The City of Wanneroo has been faced with the dilemma of rising seas and retreating shorelines and the battle of water slowly advancing on homes. Are we making progress or are we simply putting off the inevitable? Is it acceptable to simply shrug our shoulders and do nothing? Wanneroo was successful in obtaining a grant for three groynes but time will tell. (Alannah McTiernan was the Minister holding the purse strings)
Man against the elements
"I am a god?" the Mayor did cry
with a twinkle in his eye
at Quinns I'll stand and stop the tide
like King Cnut in trust I'll bide
(and put Alannah to the test)
He bargained hard and won the war
Three groynes would stand upon the shore
No sand replenishment any more
The Crown will pay we won't be sore
The groynes would save the road at least
The work began and workers came
Loads of stone with a Council loan
Of many people no more moans
These sticks and stones would save their homes
And three stone teeth they all faced West
The Mayor he smiled
It all looked good
Lots of kudos in the neighbourhood
If they didn't love him they surely should
And Council happily went to rest
But God just smiled,
stretched out his hand
global warming filled the land
the glassy waves then took the sand
the ramp the car park and the rest
The tide it rose engulfed the land
Enormous bite of beach and sand
"Clarkson Beach” now stands the test
Quinns is gone like an empty nest
Alannah went East and Quinns went West
April 2004
