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todayiamadaisyI had a good day yesterday. I can't really explain why I had a good day at work, partly because it involved someone else's wages and partly because it involved calculating the private use component of a business-owned motor vehicle using statutory and operating cost formulae for fringe benefits tax purposes. So in the interests of privacy on the one hand and not boring you on the other, I'll just say I had a good day at work.
The other reason yesterday was a good day appeared when I opened the local newspaper. I love letters to the editor, I love bad poetry and I love absurd tributes to my home town, so imagine my joy when I found them combined in one magical contribution from someone who loves the City by the Sea just a little bit too much:
Ode to the city
She ages; she changes; but when all songs are sung the spirit of dear Warrnambool remains forever young. And no matter what alterations are made, what grandiose additions are lavished on her, what jewels of development or what atrocities of architecture press in, her heart, her body, her spirit, her will, her emotions remain the same - she is beautiful, her moods never cease; her colours; her scents; her welcome; her peace; her energy delights.
She is clothed in garments of magnificence as she welcomes well-loved children and strangers to her shores. Here is my poem about the city.
Warrnambool, my Warrnambool,
how changed you are to me -
melting pot of commerce
beside the southern sea.
Warrnambool, my Warrnambool,
with precincts new and old -
my spirit feels quite comfortable
when winds are blowing cold.
Warrnambool, my Warrnambool,
although we had to part,
with sentiment immoveable
you stay within my heart.
Jeanne Britton, Cassell Court, Pomonal
Well, that was a moment of wonder amidst a page of letters about council elections, greedy property developers, superannuation and one very long one complaining about something called the Fishing Revenue Allocation Committee that was too boring for me to read all the way through. The whole thing is marvellous, obviously, but I think my favourite part is the line 'although we had to part'; as her address reveals, she leaves in Pomonal (pop. 350), 173 kilometres away. If I lived in Pomonal, I'd probably start writing twee poems about the City by the Sea too.
The other reason yesterday was a good day appeared when I opened the local newspaper. I love letters to the editor, I love bad poetry and I love absurd tributes to my home town, so imagine my joy when I found them combined in one magical contribution from someone who loves the City by the Sea just a little bit too much:
Ode to the city
She ages; she changes; but when all songs are sung the spirit of dear Warrnambool remains forever young. And no matter what alterations are made, what grandiose additions are lavished on her, what jewels of development or what atrocities of architecture press in, her heart, her body, her spirit, her will, her emotions remain the same - she is beautiful, her moods never cease; her colours; her scents; her welcome; her peace; her energy delights.
She is clothed in garments of magnificence as she welcomes well-loved children and strangers to her shores. Here is my poem about the city.
Warrnambool, my Warrnambool,
how changed you are to me -
melting pot of commerce
beside the southern sea.
Warrnambool, my Warrnambool,
with precincts new and old -
my spirit feels quite comfortable
when winds are blowing cold.
Warrnambool, my Warrnambool,
although we had to part,
with sentiment immoveable
you stay within my heart.
Jeanne Britton, Cassell Court, Pomonal
Well, that was a moment of wonder amidst a page of letters about council elections, greedy property developers, superannuation and one very long one complaining about something called the Fishing Revenue Allocation Committee that was too boring for me to read all the way through. The whole thing is marvellous, obviously, but I think my favourite part is the line 'although we had to part'; as her address reveals, she leaves in Pomonal (pop. 350), 173 kilometres away. If I lived in Pomonal, I'd probably start writing twee poems about the City by the Sea too.