View from the bridge
By Zara L
Mirror of the glassy harbour
Outline our towering scrapers
Built of blinking lights and office heights
And windows bright with workers
She sees our trips and hears our song
Of life over the bustling quay
Breathe our trash and oil and smog
Sing the reflections back to me
When vivid pollutes our sky with light
She’s black with rippled silence
We love her when she takes us home
But grumble when she’s violent
Mirror of the glassy harbour
Glisten in the scorching sun
Hear my love, I sing to you
Sydney lives because of all you’ve done