Pisa

24/03/2021– Poem a Day Compilation



I’d like to be like the tower

That makes its home in Pisa

Who’s slant is so iconic

And something of a teaser



I’d be the centre of attention

And beloved around the globe

Models posed in front of me

And sometimes they may disrobe



My outlook on life would be tilted

To a most precocious angle

Rapunzel’s hair would hang strangely

And get in such a tangle



Those who climbed my stairs each day

Would develop an odd kind of gait

One leg longer small price to pay

For their curiosity to sate



But here I am, mere mortal

Of no significance or worth

Compared with the leaning tower

Who’s stood since long before my birth

On Bullabul Creek Track

30/01/2021 –  Poem a Day Compilation



I came upon a man

On the track by Bullabul Creek

Eyes dark like the night sky

And staring as if deep in thought



He stood alone by the track

And did not speak a word

His brow furrowed pensively

One eyebrow slightly cocked



His beard flowed long under his mouth

I imagined him stroking it as he stood

But today he paused open mouthed

As if rudely interrupted in mid-sentence



He looked a wise old man

And elder much respected

So who it was that did such a thing

Must surely be very brave



I left him to his thoughts

As I kept on along the track

His weathered face watching over the land

A sentinel standing guard evermore