Australian 'Alps'!
Knee high to the grandeurs
of elsewhere,
ours anyway.

But nowhere else
is that smell
of the gum gullies
in the rain,
the flashing scarlet
of the King Parrot
swooping.

Breathing deep
the sharp clarity
of the 'High Country',
standing in the cloudmist
raining about me.

Looking down, down
at the falling away
of the granite cliffs
of Mt. Buffalo,
disappearing into
the swirling cloud,
fading edges of boulders huge,
my lady laughing beside me.
Moist, happy eyes
mingling with the rain.

taoman.