H'work for w/e 26.6.17 - LIGHT UP THE NIGHT
Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2017 2:29 pm
LIGHT UP THE NIGHT ... Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
Now the masses had gathered - ten thousand or more
and that just on the Saturday night.
They had travelled the world , come from near and from far
to enjoy the festival of light.
Even Pippa showed up with her new bloke in tow
and this was in fact her honeymoon you know
but the word had got out of a bloody good show...
it was Vivid and it was in Sydney.
There was luminous colour wherever one looked
and the Opera House starred in the shows,
the coathanger displayed illuminated gowns
unabated the confidence grows.
We may not hold a candle to Paris or Rome
or New York some say - but we're proud of our home,
and no terrorist threat would see us condone
inner fears and kowtow - bow to terror.
For the most part, the crowds were well behaved to boot
and appropriate standards observed.
City pavements were thronged with a good natured crowd
who in sync moved as one common herd.
A plethora of poets, musicians and mimes
entertained the crowd - the weather Gods were kind
and it was the best - just the best of all times
to celebrate community spirit.
From the Rocks, Darling Harbour to Lavender Bay
there's a light show displayed in full splendour
and Mrs Macquarie alone in her chair
might marvel - her spirit surrender.
Sydney's transformed into a city of light
for twenty three days, as the days fade to night
the harbour lights up - it's a glorious sight...
and old Bennalong's ghost stares in wonder.
Now the masses had gathered - ten thousand or more
and that just on the Saturday night.
They had travelled the world , come from near and from far
to enjoy the festival of light.
Even Pippa showed up with her new bloke in tow
and this was in fact her honeymoon you know
but the word had got out of a bloody good show...
it was Vivid and it was in Sydney.
There was luminous colour wherever one looked
and the Opera House starred in the shows,
the coathanger displayed illuminated gowns
unabated the confidence grows.
We may not hold a candle to Paris or Rome
or New York some say - but we're proud of our home,
and no terrorist threat would see us condone
inner fears and kowtow - bow to terror.
For the most part, the crowds were well behaved to boot
and appropriate standards observed.
City pavements were thronged with a good natured crowd
who in sync moved as one common herd.
A plethora of poets, musicians and mimes
entertained the crowd - the weather Gods were kind
and it was the best - just the best of all times
to celebrate community spirit.
From the Rocks, Darling Harbour to Lavender Bay
there's a light show displayed in full splendour
and Mrs Macquarie alone in her chair
might marvel - her spirit surrender.
Sydney's transformed into a city of light
for twenty three days, as the days fade to night
the harbour lights up - it's a glorious sight...
and old Bennalong's ghost stares in wonder.
