The Poem of the Snake
by Angie Sutcliffe
The first date that this happened,
Was on the 9th of May,
So the sign can still be seen there,
Saying add, Don’t take away.
Then Anna Maria and David decided,
That the snake was in need of a head,
So they enlisted some help from little Mia,
Who loved helping paint it they said
And so the snake soon grew,
It goes for many miles,
But there’s more all over the country,
Along our Golden Isles.
So what started one fine evening,
Just out on a family stroll,
Led to a permanent reminder,
After folk voted in a poll.
To see what could be done,
That would suit everyone involved,
The best ideas were voted on,
And so History had evolved.
So walk with me, through history,
Along the lines so long,
To find the snake with his long smooth body,
And his curly little tongue.
He was created by young and old,
To brighten up your day.
But he’s also a part of history,
To be captured in a unique way.
We were told that we should all wash our hands thoroughly,
And use sanitizer as well,
And not to get close to others,
Or the number of cases could swell.
Some ran out and panicked,
Stocked up on rice and bog roll,
Some sat at home worrying,
But on all it took its own toll.
But we were all allowed out briefly,
To take in fresh air for a walk,
But told not to stop and get chatting,
No it could be dangerous to talk.
So we found other ways to communicate,
We left little messages to find,
On stones and pebbles in the shape of a snake,
And for miles and miles it did wind.