The Black Swan


He danced alone upon the lake

In all his majesty

As he stretched, twisted and turned

He was a magic sight to see


A fine figure he cut upon that sandbank

Showing just how graceful he could be

Black feathers glistening in the sun

As alone he danced for me


And as he turned to go

I could almost hear the music play

His dance lingering in my mind

As silently he glided away

Walking in the rain


I love walking in the rain

When there’s no-one else around

And all the sugar babes

Having gone to ground


Drops of rain cling to leaves

And spider webs enhance

The bush glows a darker shade of green

The trees appear to dance


The swans and ducks love the rain

Just like me

And seagulls gather at the lake

Far from crashing waves and sea


Memories of my yellow gumboots spring to mind

Jumping puddles, catching tadpoles in a jar

Letting mud squelch through my toes

As a child were my games most popular


Perhaps it is because I’m of Scottish extract

Where no doubt it rains most days

Not like sunny Sydney

Where wet weather for most of us, is a most unwelcome phase



A poet and a  Real Estate Agent

A poet and a real Estate Agent

To some that may seem strange

As you can imagine I found it very hard

My life to arrange


Words and thoughts pierced my mind

Anxious to be expressed

They were sick and tired of being ignored

Coming second best


I felt like I was torn between two worlds

That there was a civil war going on inside

The material life beckoned me

My artistic angst burned bright inside


But what was I supposed to do?

It was hard to find a way

To manage my work-a-day world

And still have time to let my poet out to play