Stumbled from the airplane we'd been travelling since dawn
In taxi shoe-horned luggage Stifling yet another yawn
One-way rumble through the city to the loft that we had let
Our private little haven by the Hobart Rivulet
We found established gardens approached by rustic stairs
Where native trees threw dappled shade on Adirondack chairs
The soaring raking ceilings were alight from windows tall
Supported by three trusses of selected timbers all
The open living plan, bed, kitchen, lounge and dine
With modern ensuite standing by gives space, does not confine
Our cooking with the kitchen sink was simply put, a breeze
With microwave and oven, it's dinner time with ease.
Our microclimate was controlled by heater and by fan
Or opening those windows because, you know, you can
The outlook from said windows, to flora of all kinds
Was just the thing to contemplate to soothe the troubled mind
Our hosts sweet Anne and Terry, so measured in approach
were there just when needed and so beyond reproach