Monday, July 5, 2010

First Light



We drifted in from New Zealand before the sun was high;
While still the little silver stars were pricked-out in the sky.
Slowly, under the Harbour Bridge, as quiet as a mouse,
And then, in a stealthy manner, past the Opera House.
Then, stamped-upon the morning grey, a yellow opening, where
A sign of life showed passengers that someone was aware.
The city wasn't stirring, save for the Terminal Staff,
Who sometimes broke the silence with a cough or a little laugh.
 I stood on the balcony alone and thought of another date
Nearly forty years ago when our family sealed its fate,
Moving to a country where we'd never been before,
Not knowing anything at all of the life that lay in store.
For a while it seemed like yesterday. And yes, we did survive.
*
But we suddenly bumped against the wharf and everything came alive!
The shouting, bustle, lights and noise drove my reverie away,
And I was happy to enjoy another Australian day.
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FROLIC!

When the scene is so bucolic
Everyone is bound to frolic!
In he goes (he's not too brave!)
And he gets knocked over by the very first wave!
I didn't catch the frothing fall,
The rogue wave pounding over all,
But I think I caught the shocked expression!
He says he enjoyed his ocean session!
Out from England, not an Aussie,
He wasn't quite a Life Guard, was he!
But he's coming back next year.
To be attacked by sharks?
No fear!
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2 comments:

Manang Kim said...

I see the yellow first light. Makes the mood happy! Happy Monday!

Turtles and frogs

Life Moto said...

dropping by to see your first city life. thank for sharing. have a nice day1