Posted in Australia, Seasons/Nature


Sitting under a southern sky

soaking up the tranquil day

I watch the world pass me by

from the city by the bay.

The sky is the bluest blue

and the trees burst out in song.

The natives drink their home brew

in the land that they belong.

Stickiness and ickyness

there is nothing we can do

The end is anyones guess

and we do not have a clue.

So grab your sunnies and your hats,

and head on down to the coast.

Here it is,  summers back

and we’re all about to roast!




I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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