Eagle Rock

Just west from Bulga village, near the end of Inlet Road,
Before it takes its final right hand turn;
There's a track that's headed south towards the rocks which glowed
Bright red with sunlight's fading evening burn

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I stood astride the Eagle in the cool of early morn,
The homestead roof of red away below;
While further out were lifting all the mists of this day's dawn:
And Eagle Rock had lost its nascent glow.

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The rock remains superb and fixed, a skyline silhouette;
But we are changed by life's relentless clock,
And though I'll not pass there again, I'll also not forget
The day I made the climb to Eagle Rock.

© Tom Chapman 2006





Notes on the Poems




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