Remember Your Street

When you remember your street
What picture comes to mind?
A place for pattering feet?
Tarseal for wheels to grind?
Or parking space for trees and grass
where neighbours chat and pass?


Your street is no accident.
How it looks and feels
is shaped by rates that are spent
best meeting local appeals.
Ratepayer dollars fund Council
to make streets that fit your bill


Now this poem is your warning
that gentle, council contract
is taking a legal pounding.
This government should be sacked
because it has plans to delete
your say about your street.