In the midst of winter
A reflection of my
Favorite flowers—
Beacon of hope
Agapanthus
Tag Sydney
Kookaburra
Kookaburra, kookaburra
What do you say to me
In the morning, dark and cold
You cackle your song at me
Out of slumber, out of sleep
You raise your voice at me
Laughing, mocking while I wake
Wrenching me from my dreams
Friendship
One world
One moon
One sun
Connecting us
You say color
I write colour
You are older
I am younger
You are there
I am here
You are father
I am mother
So different
In so many ways
But yet
The same
In so many more
Harbour Bridge
This is my view tonight, Sydney is counting down to Vivid Sydney starting tomorrow, will keep you posted!
School Fair
On Saturday our local school held a fair. It was a great day. Finally I found a suitable photo for this post. A balloon rainbow 🙂
I went to a fair
And saw you there
With your wife
And perfect life
My heart felt sore
I knew the pain
I wish you well
Til we meet again
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Roy G. Biv.”
Bus Travel
Rain trickles down the
Sides of the bus, commuters
Make their way to work
Invisible Line
There is a crack in the roof
An invisible line that cannot be seen
And no-one would know, nor perhaps
No-one would care
But when it starts to rain
And the rain turns to a storm
The crack in the roof
Makes itself known
Rain
The rain is falling
Humming soft musical tunes
Washing the world clean
Blurred
Sydney Opera House
Harbour Bridge
The lights brighten
Before retreating back
Into the eerie darkness
From which they cautiously
Emerged
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Blur.”
Sydney
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Built This City.”
Sydney is a safe country, I would say relatively to anywhere in the world, and especially compared to my home. That is the biggest aspect most South Africans would agree on when arriving in Australia. It feels so safe! No looking over your shoulder at all times, and fearing for your life, because today might be the day you might be carjacked and raped and murdered (no joke).
There are no hawkers on the street. It took a while to get used to not seeing hawkers selling their wares at every intersection.
There are many beautiful advantages living in Sydney. There are plenty of parks. We can walk to about four or five different parks from where we live. In Johannesburg there were NO parks nearby to where we lived. There were only restaurants that may have a kids play area. But then you would have to eat something.
And it was and still is a big novelty to park my car on the street to catch the city bus. My car was stolen on a suburban Johannesburg street in 2000. I had left it to visit someone for an hour. In that time my car was gone. Now I leave it for the whole day on a suburban street and it is still there when I return.
We are able to walk to our children’s school. It is about a seven minute walk. I love being able to walk to the school. Except this year my son has started to leave earlier and walk by himself. It saddens me when I think of my children slipping out my fingers. My son’s goal is to be taller than his mother. He measures himself against me every day, hoping that this might be the day he might be taller than me. He reaches to about my eyes now. No, my boy, you still have a while to grow!
If I had to change anything about Sydney I would change house prices. Property in Sydney is exorbitantly high.
And I would add more public transport. Standing on a bus to the city and back is never any fun. But great that there is a bus to catch.
Sydney is a great place to live. I feel safe, and very privileged that my family and I can live here.
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