AFTERMATH: WRECK OF THE PORPOISE
by desperate yard we hauled,
backs straining at the oars.
From Wreck reef we swiftly fled
towards Port Jackson’s shore.
The sun upon our sails set red
behind the alien eucalypts
where Indians danced like kangaroos
and fled from us although we stripped
and bore no arms. The sea
against us winds both light and foul.
At length we reached a shallow cove,
slept there ashore. Though thunder growled
the sails protected us
Frustrated by baffling winds we rowed.
Day twelve we sighted Broken Bay,
crowded all sail for Sydney town.
Men and charts upon Wreck reef bank,
two-fifty leagues in an open boat,
understand then reader how we felt,
our pleasure at entering our destined port.