They stood like royal red sentries
Protecting the bush as one,
Their gathered red tubular flowers
In clustered heads stroked by the sun.
I stood and looked in wonderment,
My legs struck still by nature's awe,
A gentle breeze caressed their leaves
As they danced upon the forest floor.
They swayed as if a beckoning,
Drawing me to them in their glory,
So i wandered, soaking in the scene
Of this Blue Mountains understory.
The sight I fell upon that day
Has stayed with me forever more,
The day I saw the waratahs
Resplendent in their red decor.
Authors notes: waratahs are an Australian native wildflower growing in the Blue Mountains of NSW, Australia
Categories:
waratahs, beauty, nature,
Form: Rhyme
I see it through the mountain mist,
From craggy rock it springs its fall,
Its spray of whiteness reaching out
Cascading off a sandstone wall.
A lyrebird is calling out
Just heard above the constant sound,
Of water galloping over rock
And tumbling to the ground.
A hairy vine with lichen near
And green moss upon the stone,
Stands near to where the water falls
Into an aqueous zone.
A rock pool captures what is spent,
It spins and froths and bubbles,
A platypus is feeding near
Fossicking through the stony rubbles.
Tree ferns surround this rocky pool,
Their fronds umbrella like,
The beautiful red of waratahs
And grass trees with their spike.
The rhythmic sound continues,
A water pouring lullaby,
The wetness of the wilderness
From rocks so very high.
Categories:
waratahs, environment, imagery, mountains, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Yellow crops of sandstone,
Jagged mountain peak,
Red display of waratahs,
A meandering bush creek.
White display of flannel flowers,
Bottlebrush with orange cones,
Beautiful fronds of tree ferns,
Blue gums with crafted tones.
A frolicking roll of mountain mist,
An ancient windswept cave,
Green moss upon the velvet rocks,
Falling gum leaf gives a wave.
The tinkling sounds of bellbirds
Run echoes round the stream,
A yellow-tailed cockatoo
Circles back to where it's been.
The buzzing of a bush-bee
Comes from near a fallen log,
A croaking sound pervading
It's a golden striped tree frog.
This bush display persistent,
Wallaby nibbles grass nearby,
A lyrebird shyly into view,
Kookaburras sit in branches high.
The melodic sounds continue,
Chirping birds with colored plume,
Gorge of coolness calling,
Mountain gully, nature's loom.
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Categories:
waratahs, nature,
Form: Verse