There’s more to life, even in Sydney, than house prices.
Sonnet 3: Flugtag
Flightday: young people spread their wings
where Ms Macquarie sat of yore.
Buzz Lightyear, bees and Monkey kings,
James Cook (with convicts) try to soar
in would-be gliders they’ve designed –
fantasies to blow your mind –
Hills Hoist, muffin, wedding cake,
but most plunge straight down to the lake.*
We joined the crowd outside the fence,
groupies for The Tent That Flew
(its crew: three scouts, one kangaroo,
one son of mine). And though the gents
who judged them scored them pretty low
they were the best in all the show.
* Well, it would have been the lake if we’d been at the Minneapolis Flugtag, say. Here it was actually the Harbour. But what rhymes with ‘harbour’?