Applecross trees bear strange fruit,
vinyl on the leaves and pvc at the root,
plastic bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the Jacaranda trees.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
By Nicko. Canning Highway Applecross.