Works in the Herald 1929
2. FLINDERS STREET
As I went over Flinders street
Upon a torrid summer's day,
A hearty man I chanced to meet
Perched on a barrel-laden dray.
His face glowed red beneath his hat
As o'er the black, sun-blistered road,
His horses, plying hooves pit-pat,
Drew on his precious liquid load.
Serene he went, as one who drove
A great triumphant chariot,
To serve the gods in some cool grove.
But I was hot. Ah, I was hot.
And, irony! My heart of lead
Sank down, as with a gesture glad
He waved right merrily and said,
"Dry, ain't it lad?"
Herald, 17 January 1929, p4