Your memory still lives in this rock
Myth or truth – it matters not
Kanimbla Valley’s vast divide
Recalls a time the world was wide.

Atlantic petrol collector card

Buildings here you worked upon
And like your writing they live on
Vast spaces tramped your whole life through
At this rock, still thoughts of you.

In Coolac hills, did you think
You could shake off the demon drink?
And city lights across the bay
Did they chase the stars away?

For mountain stars still grace the sky
Flashing fires, oh, so high
I gaze across this ancient space
Knowing you once tramped this place.

© Jim Low