Boats amongst the mangroves

Boats amongst the mangroves on the river,

The low tide, oh how it is calling me,

Towel on my shoulder, hot like a fever,

To lay upon the sand, just to be free.

Summer sun shining, rivulets of sweat,

Oh, why does it have to be so humid?

I just long for that honest dry red heat,

When the heat is so more very solid.

But I’m in Brisbane now, this is my home,

By the tidal river, that always flows,

It is there I love to constantly roam,

As always through my lonely highs and lows.

The Jacaranda are flowering now,

Oh how I love summer, this I do vow!