Poem of the day
by Henry Lawson
Where's the steward?-Bar-room steward? Berth? Oh, any berth will do-
I have left a three-pound billet just to come along with you.
Brighter shines the Star of Rovers on a world that-s growing wide,
But I think I-d give a kingdom for a glimpse of Sydney-Side.
Run of rocky shelves at sunrise, with their base on ocean-s bed;
Homes of Coogee, homes of Bondi, and the lighthouse on South Head.
For in loneliness and hardship-and with just a touch of pride-
Has my heart been taught to whisper, -You belong to Sydney-Side.-
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