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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I With all the world a thousand feet below was the morn on New Year’s Day, and ‘neath a shining weightless wing the sea cliffs steep of Botany Bay. And taxied through old Sydney Town with all wild expectation to come - thus when in Rome did as Romans do and made way for the colosseum II There it was, that grand noble edifice - mortals did her sidewalks pound, through those gates the arena roared inside the Sydney Cricket Ground! And later that balmy night wandered after a cruel last ball Windies loss, but ever closer drew the burning lights in the noisy heart of King’s Cross III Among the pushers, hookers and pimps the city underbelly we did follow - bordellos, dives, strip joints and bars led Skeet and Rich to take in a show. At first light the heights of Centrepoint with its towering crow’s nest view - behold eucalypt mountains in the west and to the east Bondi’s big blue IV Away Port Jackson shoal to Sydney Cove where soldiers and mariners sailed, the tall ships that her garrison moored carried convicts from Blighty jailed. And upon fine granite cathedral walls a new age do new virtues espouse - its geometrical tinted topaz glass arcing shining on that grand Opera House V Next up destination the Capital Territory and a disappearing lake’s rivermouth, over hinterland plains and gorges deep and the Snowy Mountains to the south. Then onward in our journey far we went at the wheel of our V6 Commodore, over “The Bridge” up the Pacific Highway on seawatch north to Maroochydore VI To Byron Bay, Coolangatta, Surfers rode the adventures of Skeet and Rich, and after a thousand miles at our backs it was an “Onya” hot son-of-a-bit-ch! On arrival in Cotton Tree a cold brew did an Aussie desert thirst abate, and with a tinny here and sambuca there we got fair dinkum pissed, mate! Written: April 1996
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