Many years ago while growing up near
the Misery Creek Bridge…
…I could feel a connection, a bond, if you will,
forming between us.
This feeling, I discovered, was mutual.
The bond became so strong that eventually
we fell for each other.
As I moved toward her embrace,
I tripped and fell.
We had left it far too long.
I realised we were too old.
She reached out to try and save me.
She was not strong enough and plunged
into the Creek bed under my weight.
Today we are but an attraction
to be photographed and pitied
by locals and passers by alike.
A tree fallen for a bridge,
a bridge fallen by a tree.
About 5 or 6 years ago, while walking along
Eastern Beach precinct...
…I leaned over and took this image of the sea.