Moon moves milky
waves washing whales
rising rolling roaming
entrancing ethereal eternal.
Sighting Sydney is a Sight for Sore Eyes
Sea and shore had been serenely silent for seventeen hours, with only the appearance of moon wave whales worthy of recording here.
Then we saw Sydney on the horizon, and it looked open and peaceful, so we looked forward to landing and recovering after so many days at sea.
Just before reaching land I thought I saw a commotion out at sea, but the next moment it was gone. None of the others seemed to have seen it, so I didn’t say anything.
There wasn’t time anyway, as we had to decide where to dock.
Docking at Sydney
Cronulla looked made of vanilla
Coogee appeared too easy
so we landed at Bronte
as it seemed to have something to say.
There was no time for wuthering
as the winds reached record heights.
We saw a woman by the name of Jane Eyre
fly head over heels all up in the air
dropping a book our way
by the name of Agnes Grey.
The book looked promising, and not at all literary nonsense.