The Look-Out

Brisbane, Australia.

SCENIC SUNDAY

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THE LOOK-OUT

Is it a trick of brain or eye

That high from high seems much more high

When we are up and looking down

On the country or a town?

From below an elevation

Seems no cause for exclamation.

Maybe Everest and the like

Cause one to gasp when on a hike,

But I have found a local hill

Doesn't hint at any thrill.

But climb it and the views become

Such as can strike the tourist dumb!

Is it because we long to be 

Masters of all that we can see?

Looking up goes against the grain,

For being looked down on with disdain

Is something that we all avoid;

In fact it makes us quite annoyed.

Looking down......that's a different story!

Suddenly we're bathed in glory!

We're Masters of everything we survey.

Fields and valleys stretch away,

Houses shrink  and oceans spread

And we tread where all gods must tread,

Among the clouds and elevated,

Noble, proud and celebrated.

To us all praise and power is due

When we say 'What a lovely view!'

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PIPE DREAM

Just a big old pipe in the shadows,

Curving its way along,

Snaking over the pastures,

Far from the city's throng.

Weaving it's way through the valley

Where the Hunter River flows

Appearing to have no purpose,

Inert even as it goes.

Yet, inside, it is churning, rolling,

Inside it is in full spate,

Inside it is racing madly!

It seems that it just can't wait!

Chichester Dam gives the water

That rushes along within.

It will end in our taps tomorrow.

But it's here we see it begin.

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