Three palms in the park shrouded by light
Beacons to afar shine in the night
All who have passed and all that soon will
Displaced by a sunset over the hill
Changes like roots looking for water
Holding the ground for here and thereafter
Three palms in the park stand strong to the sky
A trio of strength to all that pass by.
The cold night air rings a note
A lonely busker sits alone
Upon a crate he sits to play
For coins to pass the night to day
His stage is set to footpath lights
The audience passes into the night.
Harry ís day to neon light
Tiger Pies warms the night
An institution Sydneyís own
The floater peas and gravy ís home
Who died to dance inside this crypt?
The walls of light rest innocent
The dawning day to moonlight fades
Memories locked beyond harms way.
Old Roots New Light
Two paths to walk through the fork
The light of way with tales to talk
Roots so deep seasoned change
Twisted lives and loves remain
Who passed and comes beyond the trunk
The leaves that fall, the seasons come
Mark the choice by sheltered branch
Light a path to choose by chance.