H'work for w/e 31.7.17 - Ipswich is Pumping.
Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2017 12:23 pm
IPSWICH IS PUMPING ... Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
The Pumpyard on Limestone is bustling and busy
the bricks in the courtyard mellowed by the sun
are warm underfoot - in the trees bird are singing
and lovers are sharing boutique beers ...what fun,
and daring to open their souls to each other
their heads close together, both acting as one
two lips meet and kiss 'cross a worn wooden table
and four hearts are brewing a romance homespun.
The old stately buildings are loved in this city,
bestowing our streets with old-style charm and grace
sheltering 'neath shade of the mauve jacarandas
our forefathers planted in this lovely place.
The people who live here, and those who just visit
can all share a love affair with our towns past,
whilst exploring parks with their gracious Rotundas
and mourning time passing....stark modern contrast.
The weather conditions here are mostly perfect,
we laze in the sunshine for most of the year
and gracious old Queenslanders stand on each corner
with shady verandahs that most folks hold dear.
Above, 'gainst the azure, Growlers fly formation
EA-18G now call Ipswich their home.
We're used to their noise - aeronautical prowess,
and happy to take them on - claim as our own.
The sleepy old Bremer wends brownly through our town,
she's somnolent today, with no ire or angst
but sometimes she's angry, she flounces and roils
and throws quite a hissy-fit - breaking her banks.
Our history's long - we're a working town firstly
with feet firmly planted in produce and toil.
We've mined the black gold, grown the wheat, wool and cotton,
harvested the grapes, tilled alluvial soil.
Our people are strong - with a backbone of iron
that comes to the fore when the chips they are down.
They come from all over the world to our city
and most of them are proud to call this their town.
We've sportsmen of note amongst our sons and daughters,
political figures , statesmen of renown.
We are Queensland's oldest provincial city
and welcome all visitors with smile not frown.
The Pumpyard on Limestone is bustling and busy
the bricks in the courtyard mellowed by the sun
are warm underfoot - in the trees bird are singing
and lovers are sharing boutique beers ...what fun,
and daring to open their souls to each other
their heads close together, both acting as one
two lips meet and kiss 'cross a worn wooden table
and four hearts are brewing a romance homespun.
The old stately buildings are loved in this city,
bestowing our streets with old-style charm and grace
sheltering 'neath shade of the mauve jacarandas
our forefathers planted in this lovely place.
The people who live here, and those who just visit
can all share a love affair with our towns past,
whilst exploring parks with their gracious Rotundas
and mourning time passing....stark modern contrast.
The weather conditions here are mostly perfect,
we laze in the sunshine for most of the year
and gracious old Queenslanders stand on each corner
with shady verandahs that most folks hold dear.
Above, 'gainst the azure, Growlers fly formation
EA-18G now call Ipswich their home.
We're used to their noise - aeronautical prowess,
and happy to take them on - claim as our own.
The sleepy old Bremer wends brownly through our town,
she's somnolent today, with no ire or angst
but sometimes she's angry, she flounces and roils
and throws quite a hissy-fit - breaking her banks.
Our history's long - we're a working town firstly
with feet firmly planted in produce and toil.
We've mined the black gold, grown the wheat, wool and cotton,
harvested the grapes, tilled alluvial soil.
Our people are strong - with a backbone of iron
that comes to the fore when the chips they are down.
They come from all over the world to our city
and most of them are proud to call this their town.
We've sportsmen of note amongst our sons and daughters,
political figures , statesmen of renown.
We are Queensland's oldest provincial city
and welcome all visitors with smile not frown.
