Australia
A land of, splendid contrasts
Of freedom, and a grandeur on a scale
That human eyes and hearts
find really daunting
and tis here begins, my fascinating tale.
Perth the great Swan River carves its
corridor
Alongside the white sky scrapers
its blue
softening the fabric, such meanderings
Strike its core repose in front of you
The people clearly resonate around it
They walk, they jog, they barbecue
They rest
Under a shady friendly tree
Where the cockatoo may sometimes be
Lycra covered joggers take their rest
The sun smiles on the city,
this March clearly
Took its pot shot at the records and
glaring heat can burn those
unaware of it
a factor tourists have to understand
The Eucalyptus rules the
roost majestically
Its massive trunks of cream and mottled brown
Its many arms spread out to offer sanctity
To sheltering souls
who otherwise could drown
Instead within the shelter that is offerred
a warm embrace assurred for all who dare
To come out in the noon day sun
and pound the towpath one by one
And offer help to everybody there.