Here you will find the Poem Kerosine Bay of poet Henry Lawson
`Tis strange on such a peaceful day With white clouds flying o?er, That foreign boats are in the bay As prisoners of war. The Harbour, where they quietly lay; Smiles brightly as of yore. Where never angry shot was fired To alter peaceful plans; Where British lumpers worked till tired With Yacob and with Hans, And `shouted? when their work was done For other `sailormans?. And while we think of other lands And what is doing there, And while we think of what red hands May wreak in our despair ? How can the Harbour be so blue, And the sky above so fair?