At The Breakwater Poem by Francis Duggan

A memory for the future to recall
White waves leaping the high Breakwater Wall
And the moored boats rocking on the Breakwater Bay
In Warrnambool on a very windy day

Today with Warrnambool Nature is not at peace
Some of her pent up anger she does release
For any damage done by her she is beyond blame
Eventually she does blow herself tame

The windblown silver gulls mewing as they fly
And gray clouds scurrying in the April sky
The weather not too warm or too cool
It is often windy in old Warrnambool

When Nature she is in the mood for to shout
Bits of paper and leaves by her are blown about
And moored boats are rocking on The Breakwater Bay
In Warrnambool it is a blustery day.