#Poetry – Spell of the harbour

We’re paddling our boat along the water glistening. In sparkling shades of white and blue I hear the harbour listening.¬†

Our laughter mixes on the breeze and joins each splash of oar, as the harbour listens to our tales that echo to the shore.

Picnics greet us round the bend with trees so lush and green. Still the harbour listens. Each picture paints a scene.

Along the shore past piers and parks, cicada’s chirping loudly. Our final clip the Harbour Bridge it greets us oh so proudly.

Exhausted now we moor our boat and bid a fond farewell. We won’t resist another trip it has us in her spell.


Sydney Harbour looking west from Lady Macquarie’s Chair

#Poetry – It’s So Hot

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Strong memories flood back of lightening strikes and storms, when there was no air-conditioning and sweltering was the norm.  I remember being small and watching tar melt on the road, as I’d peer through the heat haze and slap on sunscreen by the loads.

So here we are again today it just topped 104 degrees, I wish I had an air-con or a fan on so I could breathe. My feet are now so swollen and my hands are just so hot, can’t risk opening up the windows or it’ll be a hotter spot.

Tonight I wish I’d dream of cool air upon my face, but suspect I’ll toss and turn due to it’s hot relentless pace. Tomorrow I’ll look with tired eyes for this heatwave to ease, and open up the window for a cool refreshing breeze. 


This weekend is very hot. While Sydney can get hot that doesn’t mean that everyone has an air-conditioner. Most people flock to the beach, pool or other swimming hole to stay cool. With the pandemic the carpark at Bondi Beach was closed by mid morning as they didn’t want too many people at the beach. So I think that there are those, just like me, that shut their windows tight, put on a fan, and stayed inside drinking plenty of water. Yes, summers just a few days away!