First Kiss

Written about vacation at the Gold Coast at the end of high school; the rite of passage now known as “schoolies.”

O to be on Kirra Beach
Bathing in the surf,
Basking in the golden sun,
Or scruffing on the turf.

O to walk along the sand,
To see his flashing smile,
Or to run up Kirra Hill
With him beside me all the while.

O to skate around the rink
Holding tight his hand,
Or just to sit and watch him skate.
His skating was so grand.

O to climb up Razorback
To watch the setting sun,
And feel his first kiss on my lips.
Who’d ever be a nun? 

Written about vacation at the Gold Coast at the end of high school; the rite of passage now known as “schoolies.”

O to be on Kirra Beach
Bathing in the surf,
Basking in the golden sun,
Or scruffing on the turf.

O to walk along the sand,
To see his flashing smile,
Or to run up Kirra Hill
With him beside me all the while.

O to skate around the rink
Holding tight his hand,
Or just to sit and watch him skate.
His skating was so grand.

O to climb up Razorback
To watch the setting sun,
And feel his first kiss on my lips.
Who’d ever be a nun?