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Cleveland Bay

by Don Matley

Cleveland Bay

Windy day, in the Bay, where sailboats play
Vast expanse of water heading out to the Reef
Freighters docked to the East, revving up to end their stay
But still at rest, a long haul just over, they need relief

These great and laden carriers are backed by rolling hills
Forming a sickle moon lying over on its side, curving out to the Coral Sea
And to the west the serpentine Magnetic with all its thrills
And stately palms bend round the shoreline swaying free

The locals call the island “Maggie”
No doubt because “Magnetic” is too baggy
Oh I am sorry, I see I’ve changed the rhyme
I write in haste, as touring, I’ve precious little time

I saw seals or seal saws; you know what I mean
They played in splendour along a very rocky shore
Very civil playful beasts, contrasting some tourists obscene
Who were unappreciative of nature to their very core

I fear I ramble in this imperfect piece
But I pen pictorial words; get them down at least
So when I reflect on Wordworth’s pensive couch
All the memories will be there to pocket or pouch

Now I must lift my pen up from my page
And savour the incredible nature I describe
But if you ever sit with Cleveland Bay on the stage
Mark my words; then pause and breath in air and liquid beauty imbibe.


Author's Note: Townsville,Queensland, Australia May 2014

Posted on 08/09/2014
Copyright © 2020 Don Matley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/09/14 at 08:26 PM

Great poem, Don. Goes without saying that the playfulness and rhyming add to the fun, and travel aspect too. Never been to Australia, but had a poem published there in 2000, in Canberra. Hope you and yours are enjoying this cooler summer as much as I am.

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