Read Poem: If this Tree could talk, by Tracy Stanley

Tall, graceful and reaching above the fray
Rich canopy of rustling green
Revealing blue with every sway

White fairy floss floats across the sky
Long, gnarly limbs reach ever high
I long to climb you and see what you can see

To see what you have seen…
During the hundred years
You’ve stood proudly here

You will remember a time long ago
When ships visited these wharves
Loaded high with cargo

They needed to stop to settle their dues
While admiring grand colonnades
And sweeping river views

When the world went to war
You saw the birth of a bridge
From down in the Valley
To the Kangaroo Point ridge

And then there were Yankees
Who sauntered into town
Local girls were very happy
Local boys wore wrinkled frowns

The gentle tat of hammers
Marked the rhythm of each day
You watched and smiled as ships emerged
Were launched and…