Become a Friend of Lord Howe Island.

We weeder’s are a weird breed
We come to Paradise… and weed!
While other guests swim, sleep + stare
We struggle up the hill to where
Man’s ignorance & folly show.

Where pretty garden escapees
Have overgrown the native trees
Until the proper habitat
For local birds, now suits the rat
Which eats bird eggs & palm tree nuts.

Although we are a special breed
Who came to Lord Howe just to weed.
We’ve learned a lot & had some fun
And are content with what we’ve done
To help control the weeds.

And now as we all turn for home
To face these weeds we call our
We thank Rymill & amazing Ian
For giving us a week that’s be’en
A pleasure for us all.

World Heritage has had a hand
From this South West Victorian band
We hope some day we will retarn
To tackle more aspanagus fern.
We are a weird breed breed!

No television. Has anyone noticed? We spend our evenings with good conversation, playing Scrabble or cards, or watching the moon and stars. Milk so Creamy.

Trust in each other, no keys, no lists of whose paid. Your wet suit waiting, your money in the honour box.

Bicycles and walking the main forms of transport. No fumes, no noise, just clean fresh , invigorating air.

The children running happily in wide open spaces, no needles, graffiti or tired, stressed-out faces.

Not now; we have experienced the quiet tranquil spaces.

We have rekindled our spirits. We have meditated.

We return to the mainland a better person, for a very brief stay in a step back in time.