Sunday, 21 July 2013

© Yo! I, An Odd Kangaroo Boy

                         © Yo! I, An Odd Kangaroo Boy                            
(Good Book On A Rainy Day)

So...we found ourselves in Kiama, in somewhat of a dilemma,                             
 It was a rainy day and accordingly: no views.

And the blowhole wasn’t blowing and the way things were going,
It was clear only we’d have nothing but the blues.   

It had been a stressful drive (we were glad to be alive!),
On a freeway, wrong direction, back towards Sydney.
Where you couldn’t turn around, it was chaos and the traffic sound...
Worried me; I needed to pee, had a pain in the kidney.

We finally made our destination amid much consternation, 
Vowing never to leave our front door again.
But next day with café breakfast on board, we saw scrawled on a blackboard:
Don’t wait for the storm to pass; learn to dance in the rain.’

Suddenly, the day seemed bright and cheery, no longer dull and dreary,
Though the blowhole was still obstinate; stubborn, kept down.
Then came a lady in purple exterior with a white three-legged terrier,
Who had been to a ‘purple party’ with her little smarty mate with purple crown.

She was full of joie de vivre, she was happy, she was free...
Of the absurd banalities that surround us on all sides.
Even her little canine tripod with purple hair, which looked quite odd...
Was ridiculously happy, so frisky and snappy; even took the big steps in his stride. the Minnamurra Rainforest; Red Cedar Giants and Strangler Figs,
Some had been defaced by human pigs that left their tags.
For although the trees are ancient, they’re fair strains your patience
To the bitter end; don’t they comprehend this is our heritage?

In the river there were boulders of massive size and shape; so older than...
No one has a definitive answer – two hundred million years they conjecture.
Worn smooth by millennia and constant flow of water,
Some of these, like the trees, bear the scars of the white man’s...pleasure?  

Later on we had a try at the Illawarra Fly, above the treetops high
Looking back towards the sea, in humidity, atop the escarpment.
Then I climbed the viewing tower – a mistake; I began to cower,
With a third of the way to go, I succumbed to vertigo – oh the embarrassment! 

But really – who cares? I’d had a look, repaired to the flat with a good book,
Whilst milady toured craft and junque shops to heart’s intent.
I read my book and snoozed, like a lazy kangaroo...
Taking relief from the heat of day in a rainforest light-years away, content...

Okay, Any Android Go Boo!’ Startled awake – I came to,
‘Goodness,’ I said miffed – ‘it’s raining; have you been adrift, out shopping again?’
‘Let’s go to the beach’ said she with glee, ‘and we’ll collect a shell or three.’

Remember... ‘Don’t wait for the storm to pass; learn to dance in the rain.’


  1. I definitely enjoying every little bit of it and I have you bookmarked to check out new stuff you post."


    1. Thanks a lot. I enjoyed looking at your alpine scenes in France too. Cheers.

  2. A prose poem that tells a story taken from vignette of everyday life . Loved it and the other posts in your blog.

    1. Thank you very much reading for reading my stuff. I've got a few 'new' things there now. Cheers.