It’s the 75th birthday of the old “Coat hanger”. What a clanger this icon shaped,
Cultural “Coat hanger” antennae!
Year to year its grey paint flakes & disappears. With a band of ants wearing white pants.
To slap & slop a new coat on. This steely grey that shimmers & shines.
They really like to have the bridge dressed up to the nines.
The bridge has character it’s for all to view. Many a people get in a stew.
Travelling the road & rail daily grind. Spanning the twin cities from north to south.
To walk the bridge it is no peace of mind. Dress in overalls of grey, they clamber & climb.
Two by two the keep coming thousands every day. They pay very handsomely to seize the day!
With noise below, car-thump, car-thump. The vibrations on the bridge what to make you jump!
No! Over the edge that’s for nerds, they use to try to fly like birds.
Only to hit the water like an insect. They really did stop this, social scam of the dammed!
The bridge climb started many years ago. At night so the story goes to see Sydney harbour.
From atop at the red light flashing under the flag. It was highly illegal but a few had hearts Emerald
And wings of Sea Eagles!
My brother Chris, I reminisce, had no fear!
He told me his legs used to disappear!
Over the side as he sat & dangled them late at night.
Just telling me he uses to give me a fright!
The bridge has come of age, now its Sydney’s biggest stage.
Thousands now walk the bridge tied to a strand.
This gives them soundness of hand and the bridge operator well, Char-Ching! A few more grand.
We love our bridge it spans our thoughts into our soul. We reckon we should not be paying a bridge toll.
Things in your life, It’s the Australian way. It’s a symbol of freedom!
The “Coat hanger” it wears our style, to all gives a smile.
It’s half a sun dial of silhouettes of steel, against Opera House it has real appeal.
Sydney’s surround sound bathed in sunlight & glory, I am nearly finished this immortal bridges story!
We must reflect, I have been in neglect. To the thousands of souls created so much joy.
Each day for a decade until 1932. Plying their trade with iron & hammer.
With a final clang 6 millionth rivet found its home.
Something was missing, later they built the pillars of stone called pylons.
All the steel in place done with so much grace!
Men defying gravity you would think they had done it in outer space.
Not to be, as some were to fall!
Then with the finest precision the two spans came together,
Two angelic hands forming an Arch they met for twin city marriage.
After all the muscle & strain, the politicians were a pain.
With opening day ribbon straining.
Some galoot or was it Capt. Francis De Groot.
Rode up to the stage & slashed his name into history’s page.
With finest Wiltshire the ribbon lay in two!
From the side their aides did it in style.
They rejoined this cut ribbon & restored their lord Lang’s pompous pride.
The years have come & they have gone.
Happy 75th birthday to gun metal grey,
Standing so tall each & every day.