THE FERRY AND I.
They've had their daylong days
Discharging human cargo to school, to work, to play.
Here in their retirement they rest.
While gales tear at they're bodies
flinging apart the once strong
coverings of wood and iron
Their heartthrob ceased years ago.
When the great steel arch spanned the harbour.
But my heart beats still and memories round me flow,
Running to greet them each morning.
For friends a rendevous.
Laughter and cries of children.
Perhaps a little sleeping.
Even a little courting
As she chugs across the calm blue water.
Or fights the white capped waves.
Sometimes raising her voice of protest
Against the blanket of fog.
We have sailed long way together,
The ferry and I.
Alice O'Callahan 1972.
Alice has bequeathed her book of stories to this Society