Another poem from the Halls Gap Historical Association collection.
Chatauqua Peak
Like to some stately galleon, whose prow
Has lifted to the surge of olden seas,
And weathered all the gales of centuries,
Chatauqua lifts her proud and rugged brow;
Only the clouds break now o’er her great bow,
And, in her wake, foams surf of grassy leas;
Immune from time and tide she takes her ease,
Dozing and all-forgetting, Then and Now;
But, sometimes, when storm-clouds like frigates sail
Over the mountains, lash the hidden bight
Of Hall’s Gap, with sharp hail like to sea rime,
I seem to hear old cordage creak and wail,
And see a mist-blurred galleon, ‘gainst the height,
Ploughing again through infinite seas of Time.
taken from The Caravan of Dreams, by
Lindsay Russell, 1923
Can any members contribute more poems (their own or in their possession)?