A sunset walk on Mt Gravatt

We often go walking at sunset on Mt Gravatt, and always feel lucky to live here.

Sunset in Winter

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.