New Years Day 1998 Poem by David McLean Mathews

vale Ron Mathews
b.1 January 1920


Gambolling gaze across Mount Ainslie
where the azure spray of impeachment blue
meets the harassing nature of gumfull land,
as the heat eases its way into eye sockets
and the glare of memory drifts
into soft resonance of momentary speech
thought but left unsaid,
when the botanical pathway
stones through the rich nose of undergrowth
and jungle plush drips with mountain dew,
there is no thought of yesterday or tomorrow
no anger or pretence or imposing justice,
no dreamings or banishment,
no aggrandising pride
or spite of knowledge,
just an accepting sight through burning haze,
as water is to ocean,
as earth is to country,
as day is to life.