The Skytrain at Cairns

From Tjapukai, the sky train

is a  mere breath away

I was pushed there

by an angel who

Did it with an open heart

a beaming smile

right from the start

And left me with such warmth

For she had style

No aires and graces

Nothing false about her

Ethel was her name

Which she told me

Waved me Goodbye

And my soul she did inflame

Clearly she had been out in the

hot sun

for it showed

Her face was worn and beaten

But internally she glowed

Her kindness representative

Of Aboriginal charm

An attitude of caring

That I did not come to harm.

The skytrain stopped so I could

Climb on board the thing

And then be whisked off

through the canopy

The wonder of the forest

The tall trees and their colours

All of this from this height

you can see

Pretend you are an eagle

Fly the thermal paths

With A steady eye

you can rely

on the myriad of laths

branches every which way

That figure in the scene

And every hue and colour

That there has ever been

Panoramic marvels

are yours now for an hour

flying in your little carriage

Nervous with the power

You gain to see what humans

Have seldom seen before

Skyrail is worth every cent

and perhaps a bit more