Welcome to the sometimes painful, often preposterous, essentially playful world of the woman who brought you 'The Grass Was Always Browner' -- a tell-all memoir of my Sydney-based childhood, originally titled 'Dancing with Dingoes'. There's some dancing in it.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Driving the day
Driving the day is a dream:
Invariably dressed for company,
Its wares on proud display
Travellers and tourists together alike
Are welcomed by the day
But not by the night...
The night sends trespassers packing,
Wanting to be left alone