The Premier has yet to reply to our request for a meeting. We want the Premier to step in and save Lemnos St Bushland. This is not just about saving our environment. It is about due process and good planning practices. The Minister for Planning has let us down, big time. LandCorp, WAPC and the Department of Planning have ignored their own Statutory Planning Committee as well as their own planning strategies and policies. It's our public land. What gives them the right to do this?

Meanwhile, Poet John Kinsella has added his words to our struggle: 

Villanelle of Planning

‘I tried to give a copy of your poem about Lemnos St Bush to the Minister for
Planning earlier this year but one of her close officers wouldn’t take it to her saying she would not appreciate it. That is what we are up against!’
personal message from a committed environmentalist

We hear the fences have been reinforced ahead of a planning decision
regarding the Lemnos Street bushland — the minister remaking habitat in her own image —
the soothing nature of concrete, the security of windowbox planters a mission!

If the puzzle can’t be solved you can switch the stickers around to feign
a solution — make it add up? Brick tones are the new bark, Colorbond is plumage —
we hear the fences have been reinforced ahead of a planning decision.

Each patch of bush they write out of existence, each job creation
that decreates in the long run — we are expected to bow down before the signage —
the soothing nature of concrete, the security of windowbox planters a mission!

Maybe someone half-hears the singing honeyeater, catches a strain
of cockatoo call? Maybe they remember a banksia-lantern from an earlier age?
We hear the fences have been reinforced ahead of a planning decision.

The traffic pushes to ‘flow’ past as fast as it can — wary of inconvenience and the span
of a city that fits a future planned for heat and smog and redeveloped language —
the soothing nature of concrete, the security of windowbox planters a mission!

So the minister wouldn’t appreciate a poem calling for restraint, for a plan
to conserve the bushland and give breath and nurture rather than tracts of spoilage?
We hear the fences have been reinforced ahead of a planning decision —
the soothing nature of concrete, the security of windowbox planters a mission!

John Kinsella