The road is weaving threads up high
is leading slowly to the sky
its winding path - green apple peels
around grassy rolling hills.
Above, we smell light coastal breeze.
Red splashes of the flowered trees
highlight the canvass, rise and flow,
the sun applies bright varnish glow.
Small towns run to meet the trail
with buzzing little pubs, that bail
a thirsty traveller. The view
drinks and absorbs the rays of blue.
We visit galleries en masse,
where oil paintings express
the magic calm that fills this place
with jacarandas' lilac grace.
Majestic pines and silver gums,
and fairy stores that sell you charms
this poets’ corner built by gnomes
we found, it may become my home.
Poets corner
© Copyright: А Н Е Л, 2004
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