Wallaroo Jetty

The rough brown wood roams the ocean floor, it holds memories tears and so much more.
The graceful blue waves craw till they meet the sunset, which made us obsessed with this beautiful place.
Our feet gently float in the water below, what it is is the opposite of snow.
So many colours curled up as one, but underneath it is very cumbersome.
Our place is used in so many ways, it makes our sad days happy again.
My parents have been here my grandparents too, maybe you have or maybe soon.
The sunsets are as colourful as a bucket filled with paint, that’s jumped out of its bucket and right into space.
We share our place with people of many, but now you might want to know our place is called the Wallaroo jetty.