A poem from Flinders Ranges S.A Walking across the creek with no running water passing the whistling speed sign up the side of a hill l hiked l found a spot that was mean for me with a beautiful view and l cannot believe what l see with my own eyes that took me to another world in another time scenery upon scenery as far as my spirit can see l sat there in silence and look around in a maze of wonder looking at the lines run along the mountain ranges have they been reacted by their ancestors? or the changing of the environment maybe created by the rock and hill spirits each time l looked across this great beautiful land nothing seem to remain the same the scenery changes in the morning the scenery changes once again in the evening the mountains, the valley came alive through my spirit as l watching life fading slowing into the darkness l was thinking after l have gone from this beautiful place lm hoping there someone will come to this spot and they can see what l have seen because she be waiting for someone special to bring her back to life again to show that there is life in all of us while visiting this great beautiful land By Brian A Smith......
Posted on: Thu, 11 Jul 2013 07:05:54 +0000