ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

THE CALL OF THE MOUNTAINS

When I take my last breath and depart from this life
then my final request is but small.
That my soul and my spirit returns to that place,
in the mountains where currawongs call.

It's a place where the soul feels at one with the earth
way up there where the eucalypts grow.
Where brumbys run free and the wild dingo howls,
grant me this, my last wish, do bestow.

For the times I have spent there are times I recall,
mountain air so refreshing, so clean.
Like a magnet it draws you again and again,
take me back to this magical scene.

Climb the highest peak there, breath the clear mountain air,
understand what this place means to me.
On the crisp mountain breeze, let my ashes go free,
grant me this, my last wish, let it be.

Sue Pearce

Sue that is truly beautiful - well done

Cheers

Maureen

great work mummsie if I'm around i'll see to it

bill the old battler

Thanks Maureen & Bill.
I'll keep you to that Bill, but hopefully not for a while yet!!

Cheers
Sue

Great Sue. You have got a sort of lilting rhythm into it that I think perfectly suits the picture that you are making.

Thanks for that Neville.
Yes, I quite like the swing to this one.

Sue

A lovely scene you've painted there Sue. I love the sound of the currawongs too - there's something really special about their call.

Heather

Especially in the mountains Heather.