Eucalyptus blue wrapped mountains,
Topped in menace grey,
Rise over azure sea flecked in white.
Bordered sands white between the blues
Holds my gaze
While wind whistles in the rigging
As we tack from Sydney Heads.
Southerly wind whips the crests
Puffing ghosts to wind drift,
Rain to the crisp red sails,
Puffed with pride,
South to Hobart Town.
Down valleys with roaring plunge
Peels apart the valley black
To shuddering climb, in time
To watch the Eucalyptus haze
Tinged with red slowly merge
Into sunset blue.
About the author:
John writes poetry daily and has published works on Eunoia Review, Spillwords and the Edgeofhumanity.
Blog: https://underlined6.wordpress.com/
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Beautiful. I can almost smell the eucalyptus.
Thank you Algeria.
If only Sydney wasn’t so damn expensive to live these days!