David Street
Clifton Gardens Postwar Clifton Gardens
It was 1945 and the war had ended, Our brave men were coming home, The survivors of the fighting “Sixth” Their slouch hats were proudly worn. They had seen the worst, of…
The green tree snake and the lovers
Her screams resounded far and wide, from Mosman heights to distant Chowder bay, It was just a bit of harmless fun our band of larrikins played on that day. We were amblin’…