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Little tin lids, a long time past.
Amongst the mist & ice covered summit, skyway.
 
Katoomba near Kingsford Smith Park,
Young children at play, legs so short.
Balcony living, images of clothes on the line, flying like kites.
 
Memories of three sisters nursing dolls of Brahms Lullaby.
 
Down we drifted amongst autumns leaves fallen.
Piled to the sky "US KIDS", fashioned like an Aeroplane.
This would have made Smithy "Southern Cloud", fly again.
 
Frolicking and jumping hedges, at the secret parkland, trees giving rise to amphitheaters surround sound.
 
Steam train in the background, straining & bellowing finally reaching the station.
 
Pond water of winter ice, too thin to keep Christopher above ground.
Crack & crash the sound like a mirror of Anvil rock,
Climbed so proud.
Out of the mist an adult voice thundered get down from there, you'll cause a landslide.
 
Across the Bonavista the little mountain devils played, from dawn to dusk.
Exploring & conquering hill & dale.
 
Exquisite the sights a craftsman’s delight.
Wooden surf boat built by day & night.
Strange this sight of a craft of the sea,
Being fused with the mountain air of Eucalypt-E.
 
Octane scent billowing from,
E- Type Jaguars circulating around Catalina.
Crest fallen amongst the marauding Mini's.
Death call had fallen.
Racing's end.
Another fatal on dead mans bend.
 
 
Out about in the mountains the legs roamed.
No hand to hold as a six year old.
On his own down giant stairs, past facades of coal.
Sandstone paths crunching under foot.
Pounding out directions to follow me.
 
Past the wet & dripping ferns.
What is around the next turn, down the hill?
What a thrill!
Prince Henry cliff walk,
It disappeared after time down into the dark of the valley floor.
What this place, we need to explore.
 
Oh No! Leura sewerage works, time to go!
 
Ascending with day dreams & mind in the heavens, song of sunrise.
Night had fallen, steep was the road home.
 
Father face said it all.  A policeman he was just about to call.
 
Into the bath & beside the coal burner.
Mouth full of dinner, sealed his fate.
A good night sleep for our mountain devil waits.
 
 
COLIN  -   NOVEMBER 2002







Mountain Devils


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