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This poem is copyright 1996
LOOKING BACK AT TEDDY'S LOOKOUT (21st April, 1996 11:02 a.m.) ------------------------------- (Lorne, Australia) I pause at the end of the descent of Teddy's Lookout's scenic path An experience so grand, do epic, so superb So stupendous That I want to record the marvel of it Before the walk back to civilization Rubs the gloss, the sheen From off the memories. I want to write About the view of the green, green water; Of the little bay Flanked to the left By exuberant brilliant vegetation Not bubbling over with blossom But radiating an energy sublime That reached into my soul And thrilled me with the majesty Of the wild The deserted The solitary solitude of nature at her best. I want to write About how it feels To climb down the little Rock-studded winding track Moving now to the left then again to the right, Ever downwards Past a gallery of sculptured unique bent and twisted gum trees Every now and then my gaze Falling upon the ripples of the creek Beer brown, where it runs into the bay. And write I have But I never can convey What it truly felt like. Teddy's Lookout, on the Cape Otway side of Lorne: A place to look out for, A place to look after, A place to cherish. ----(Peter Elliott, helped by a thought source saying he was Byron)Return to "The Circus" Index Page