We spent several days in Mooloolaba, and I wrote this poem after an evening walk along the spit where we watched the sun set through the pandanus that line the pathway…
Mooloolaba, one misty eve; the sun sinks in the west…
The trees are bathed in golden glow, the time that I like best.
Mooloolaba this winter’s day is warmed by winter sun
And people stroll along the shore when day is nearly done.
Mooloolaba, as night draws in and walkers head for home;
I sit and watch them on their way, ’till I am left alone.