Poems by Meg Mack by Margaret Mack - HTML preview

WRITTEN ON SIBLEY ROAD

In the foothills in the haze suburbs are lying dreaming.
In the foreground city towers in morning sun are gleaming. From Sibley Road I see the snake-like path the Brisbane River runs, Which the majestic arch of the metallic Gateway spans.
The spires on Mt. Coot-tha reach up to the sky,
Half-hidden in the early morning mist that drifts on by.
The purple ranges form a back-drop to a city fast asleep.
Like sentinels the mountains their dawn vigilant watch keep. To the eastern side of Sibley Road the blue-grey ocean lies Beneath the morning sun and pink and purple skies.
Birds stir and early morning walkers stride the strand.
I see them in the distance, small dots against the land.
The air is crisp and clean with early autumn cool.
There’s not a ripple on the bayside wading pool.
No waves disturb the surface of the tranquil blue-grey tide.