Sydney Scherzo

Oxford Street, Paddington looking east outside the Verona Cinema We, an unabashed people, Yarning, gibing, protesting about what's right or wrong with us, All the long, crowded day, in the windy gold and the blue; Hurrying or sauntering workwards at all sorts of times in the morning, With rattle of myriad heels like the noise of a creek; Leaning from windowed eyries hundreds of feet above water, Or far away down in a garden, collapsed on a spongy lawn; Trapped in a shoppers' jostle of bags and intolerant elbows, Or hemmed by irrascible ears where bullocks were wont to plod; Making and buying and selling, handing out tickets and dockets - We rebel against the great city, we cavil and chafe at the clamour, The crush, the heat, the struggle, but still say 'Yes' with our hearts. John Thompson

Oxford Street looking back towards Taylor Square