Sunday, May 17, 2009

The Foreshore

A contribution to

Ours is a working port,
Not like some puffed-up places,
And we are all working folk,
With honest sweat on our faces.
But when we're beneath the trees
On a glorious summer's day,
And the Hunter River's flowing past,
Merrily on its way,
Then we all live like kings
Within the scent of the sea
And there's nowhere else on earth
That we would rather be.

More of the Hunter River here:


L.Holm said...

ahhh bliss...'within the scent of the sea...."
this reminds me of seurat's sunday in the park somehow.

Kat said...

Loved the expression With honest sweat on our faces

No wonder they live like Kings..!!!