Newstead Park at dusk
Down the avenues I used to walk
Before I took a snooze
One that turned too long
I took a stroll
Spoke to me through my skin
The cool breeze so invigorating
Whispered me, the autumn’s back
Oh, I love her, and the spring
Among the last rays, yellow and pale
Like piles of hay over a misty field
Barred my feet stepping any further
The mountains westward, they glittered
Drizzled down the dusk, so did memories
Juggling emotion as I sauntered home
Through the leaves on the hedge
That danced in the autumn breeze
PS. The above picture of the Newstead Park was not the scenery I that made me write these verses, but the sight of mountains to the northwest of Brisbane seen from a hilly area in Clayfield. I unfortunately did not have a camera with me to capture it, and it lasted only a few minutes before the sun dipped behind the mountains.
