From the
desolate modern landscape
Of a new
suburb with its dead looking
Individual
monotonous houses
On the
same roads leading nowhere
Except on
the one exit to the main road
Following
the pathway bordering
The river
with the black swans
Saluting
or defying us
The only
humans in view
Further
down water fowl and ducks
Minding
their own business
And
ignoring us passing over the bridge
A wooden
sign to welcome us
With the
words Gorge Park.
The shock
of it reverberating in us
Looking
at the heavy electric lines
Desecrating
the not so promising countryside
We
followed them until a small track
Lead us
across a paddock full of sentinels
Standing
kangaroos on the alert
With only
their head moving slowly
Shadowing
our advance.
Spring
flowers, wattles in full bloom,
What a
glorious walk it turned to be,
And what
a promising spot for future picnics!
L.
Bailliet©
20/09/2012
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