The place gave me a welcome and I liked it there.
It’s an honest part of Sydney.
As I walked down Bondi Road,
Hot and tired and unsuspecting,
I saw the sea endless,
A release for those
Who work away their daylight hours
In offices in concrete towers,
To see the blue and level line
Of the reassuring sea.
And it’s strange that from the range
Of ten thousand miles of blue to Chile,
Where a million waves are each other’s graves,
This wave I watch
Should be the one
To speed those surfers laughing in to land.
This one from a hundred million waves
Will smack its lips on the tempting sand.
Two mermaids were erected once
On a rock at the end of Bondi Bay.
The Council judged them of aesthetic worth,
An embellishment to the town.
Well, the sea for fun
Took the legs off one,
And stretching out its arm one day
It carried the other one away
To its sandy couch five fathoms down.
By the beach in this built-up bay,
This friendly suburb of coke and spray,
You can sit with your pie on a bench and see
The thin blue line of eternity.