Wild Boars – Our Hopes for 2012.

A poem by a member of the Friends of the Boar ......                                                                                 

Tiny Forest Boar

Roaming where they like

Looking for their Mum

And finding her nearby     

They rotivate the soil

And carry seeds around

They root the Forest’s treasures

And eat them to their fill

But lately they are threatened

By those who do not care

And shoot them for their meat

Their numbers going down

They do have human friends

Who wish them saved from harm

To make the Forest safe for them

And make them feel at home.

In numbers Boar are few

But some have made these more

And think they are like tigers

When they are sweet and shy

They do no harm to anyone

They do not go for dogs

People must control their pets

Not feed or threaten them

Helping all our Boar and cubs

Makes our spirits bright

Forest Rangers stop the shooting

Make our dreams come true!

The Wild Boar make great mothers

To our hoglets cute

But why go to all the bother

If misguided people shoot?

So let’s reduce the numbers

Of wild boar to be shot

And have a rest from killing

To let them have some peace

Then tourists will come flocking

And aim their cameras straight

At little pretty hoglets

And mother boars as well

  

The Forest will be happy

The boar will spread the seeds

They will help to great extent

The flowers, the birds and bees

The Rangers in the Forest

Can then do other jobs

Like planting trees and tending flowers

Instead of shooting boar.

JM