In the heart of winter, Mallacoota unveils its quieter charm, presenting a scene where the timeless dance between land and water paints a picture of calm surrender. Around 2 PM, as the tide recedes, the lake reveals its tannin-stained depths, reflecting the vastness above in a mirror-like sheen, unbroken by wind. The sky, a canvas of puffy white clouds scattered across a brilliant blue, crowns the town in a stunning display of natural contrast.
Today, the air is crisp yet welcoming, unusual for a winter's day, inviting locals and visitors alike to bask in the gentle warmth of the sun. The surrounding scenery, from the soft outlines of the hills in the distance to the intricately textured shoreline, is vividly highlighted, each detail sharp under the watchful eye of the afternoon light.
The town itself, nestled between the embrace of the bush and the breadth of the waters, seems to sigh in contentment. Peaceful, picturesque, and profoundly affecting, Mallacoota on a day like today is a reminder of the simpler, quieter joys of life by the water.
The winter sun dips low, gentle and slow,
Across the mirrored waters where the cool winds blow.
Mallacoota's heart beats in tranquil repose,
Under the wide sky where the white cloud floats.
Tannin-stained waters, a deep russet brew,
Reflect the vast heavens, in their stirring hue.
No ripple disturbs this serene view,
A perfect painting, nature's own true.
In this quiet town, where the waters meet,
Life slows to the rhythm of a softly tapped beat.
We cherish these moments, ever so fleet,
In Mallacoota, where earth and sky greet.
Down by the wharf where the waters blend,
A flock of pelicans glide and descend.
One touches down with a skier’s grace,
In Mallacoota, this tranquil place.
Oh, sing me a tune of a quiet winter’s day,
Where the sea meets the sky in a splendid ballet.
The locals in peace, with a gentle sway,
Mallacoota’s charm, oh let it play.
The ocean’s arms stretch wide and clear,
Mingling salt with river’s tear.
In this quiet corner of the world so bright,
Mallacoota shines in the winter light.
From the azure sky, with a mighty sweep,
A sea eagle soars, over waters deep.
Towards the mouth where the currents race,
Two halves of a world, in a lover’s embrace.
Oh, sing me a tune of a quiet winter’s day,
Where the sea meets the sky in a splendid ballet.
The locals in peace, with a gentle sway,
Mallacoota’s charm, oh let it play.
By the gentle dock, the day unwinds,
As locals stroll, leaving cares behind.
The simple joys of a small town’s heart,
Where nature's canvas is a living art.
Oh, sing me a tune of a quiet winter’s day,
Where the sea meets the sky in a splendid ballet.
The locals in peace, with a gentle sway,
Mallacoota’s charm, oh let it play.
The park lies empty, the season’s still,
Half a dozen trailers rest by the hill.
Fishermen seek where the flatheads play,
And bream are biting at break of day.
So here’s to the days where the simple things,
Fill our hearts as the seashore sings.
In Mallacoota, where time slows its pace,
We find a story in every trace.