The Bolte Bridge

Days are short
The rain is closing in
To the river we travel
Under the bridge we park
Such strength
Majestic and tall
Standing tall as it moves traffic over our Yarra
The wind blows
The rain easing
So much movement
So many sounds
The free way whirring
Theres a pulse to be heard
Power line s power up
A lone seagull hovering
The rain has eased
Now walking
All re charged
Home we go.
Diana