I have driven through dripping rainforest
Amazonian greenery and long thin waterfalls descending past the twisting road.
I have driven beside choppy seas and under thunderclouds
the distant Alps disappearing in a curtain of fog
Amazonian greenery and long thin waterfalls descending past the twisting road.
I have driven beside choppy seas and under thunderclouds
the distant Alps disappearing in a curtain of fog
I have driven along the hairpin curves of those mountains
gaping at glacier-tipped peaks and river-worn ridges:
the furrowed brows of slumbering giants.
gaping at glacier-tipped peaks and river-worn ridges:
the furrowed brows of slumbering giants.
I have driven among fields of heather
rolling green farmland hugging the stony shores of Lake Country
spilling out into the first sighting of autumn leaves
I have driven past golden fields and
enormous barren mountains
all jagged edges and sporadic sparkles of roadside lupins.
Desert gives way to warm fall foliage and
I could be back in my beloved Blue Ridge Mountains.
rolling green farmland hugging the stony shores of Lake Country
spilling out into the first sighting of autumn leaves
I have driven past golden fields and
enormous barren mountains
all jagged edges and sporadic sparkles of roadside lupins.
Desert gives way to warm fall foliage and
I could be back in my beloved Blue Ridge Mountains.
This land is everywhere and nowhere
Legend, Utopia, Middle Earth
and crucially, imperatively,
itself.
Unadorned, unpackaged
cautiously welcoming wanderers
seeking home within its kaleidoscope of vistas.
Legend, Utopia, Middle Earth
and crucially, imperatively,
itself.
Unadorned, unpackaged
cautiously welcoming wanderers
seeking home within its kaleidoscope of vistas.