Wednesday, 25 April 2012
A sunset walk on Mt Gravatt
We often go walking at sunset on Mt Gravatt, and always feel lucky to live here.
Bush poetry of Dennis N. O'Brien
The amber glow as day begins to die
Behind a darkened hill that lies to west,
Where trees that silhouette against the sky
March on like lines of soldiers on its crest.
And where the amber meets the fading blue
And tinges it with golden streaming light,
With painted colours these last rays imbue
The western sky, before the fall of night.