Comments about Phil Charters
A Bush Walkers Verse
Over the Snowy,
In it’s fullest guise,
The moon in splendour, did arise.
Cast it’s beam to the waters flow,
Mingling light, with the fires glow
A natural picture show.
And beauty stood, in the moons full light,
The world of anguish, was pushed beyond the night,
Over the river beyond our guardian trees,