The Grose River

from Perry's Lookdown.

I understand,

and love this place.

For here is the peace

from Sydney's turmoil.

Only now, am I at one with Nature,

would that it could be so with all the World

She

moves

steadily

as one that

ambles between the spurs

with ease: and with her joy,

far down in shadowed depths of green

she sings "ever onward".

Her babbling waters

drifting....

breeze

lifting

her sound,

like the misty

breathing of the Soul.

Up here, the merest of humans

can find deep peace within themselves;

a response in the fibres

of their being;

a tranwuil

aceptance

of life.

Time,

Space,

and Proportion
all seem annulled

when I look far out

across to the horison.

the world swirls around me,

a feeling deep within me swells;

I break away from every man-made thing,

and feel the arms of God beneath me.

The story of eternal inspiration

spreads out before me.

At last I have

the utter joy

to think,

and feel,

and love

completely.

Could I forget

such splendour?

The trees around me

stand with arms outstretched,

thin brown fingers reach to join

new leaves to the old gnarled arms.

They whisper strange tales of the bush

to the listening valley.

And this I hear;