Phil Charters Poems
A Foothold In A Mountain Range
Mountains on the breeze,
Over an island,
Across the sea,
“Come, Come, heed my call,
Journey forth, and walk with four.”
Of an ancient mind,
For mankind to endure
Footsore up a rise
To fill ones eyes,
With what here about, is bountiful,
The gods created, beautiful.
Through ones dream,
By towering crags,
Falling away, to indigo lakes, ...
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,