Grose Valley at Blackheath.
I am not sure why I keep coming back
To the mountains, when there are so many other places to see.
But I do.
I am there,
When Spring welcomes me with open arms,
I delight in the spirit of the season.
In Summer’s heat I am here,
Fragrant Eucalyptus forests tantalize my senses.
Autumns mildness and colours lure me.
In the depths of Winter I am here.
I will shiver and shake and say it’s too cold,
But I keep coming back,
To this ancient place, full of memories and ghosts.
So much history, lies here,
In these mountains shrouded with mist.
They call and I come
I am there now,
An echo of myself.