Newport Pine Trees

Whistles of westerly wind screech through the pines, impersonating noisy kookaburras

Peacekeepers of tranquil family tanning and surfing along the beach

They pose as historical statues on the evolution of our Aboriginal land, 

Swaying and twisting to the beat of the weather as they dance through the day and night

Laughter and screams of positivity echo through the amity of the branches, 

Optimistic force fields surrounding the pine trees and the life within them

Fleets of familiar competition roaring across the beach,

The Pines watching the decades-long rivalry of the surfers

They listen for the laughter, hopeful and kind spirits of the community below,

Excited for the slam of the car door and the slips and slops of sunscreen

The end of the day arrives, the pine trees spread their branches wide 

capturing the glow of the sunrise

Observing the satisfied buzz of cars as they exit the Newport car park

The sun waves a flag to signal for the deconstruction of the sky

The pine trees close their loving eyes, 

Ready for the gesture of the sun to start their shift as guardians of the community