Waitara River Mouth Drawing Roger Smith, 2013 |
have grown bigger since I was a boy
tip-toeing across the scorching sands
carcasses of trees still litter
bleached sentinels in perfect alignment
at the high tide mark
to the north the wave stained blocs
the dragon teethed river entrance
more angular than I remember
rusting boilers of ships that hit the bar remain
explored by eager children
at low spring tides