A hundred years ago You walked this avenue That I now stroll along Transfixed by harbour views Heading for the lookout That bears a Lady's name The floating fort still there Some things stay the same.
They spill down to the water Each terraced ledge of grass The splash on rusted sandstone As the ferries pass Stench of human waste Jars my reverie Leeching from the rock face Like rotten policy. Gentle rain now falls Cleansing all around Rush me back to childhood Where memories are found. Warm me in such memory Warm me by this view Some fifty years ago I walked this avenue.
© Jim Low 2007
Read Jim’s article about Lady Gowrie Lookout.