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At Sydney Heads

Pepper spilled across

A spotless blue tablecloth,

This flock of wild birds.


Mist over water

A wilderness in his face

Grey and blue and grey


Tumbling swells give way

To a rippled calm harbour,

A half-finished bridge


England far behind

A child’s distant memory.

The sun is shining.


Clear water sparkles

It has never stopped sparkling

Unreachable jewels.


My father sails now

Where once my great grandfather

Sailed. They sail with me.

We sail together, we three.

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