This poem was written by regular camper, Sue Pearce about camping at the beautiful Micalong Creek camping reserve.
MICALONG by Sue Pearce, February 2011
When the working week is over and you’re tired and feeling down,
It’s time to pack the camping gear and head off out of town.
Now the road is rough and winding, take it slowly drive with care,
As you head towards Wee Jasper, down the hill and soon you’re there.
It’s a little piece of heaven where we love to come and stay,
We’ve been coming here for years now to relax, have fun and play.
You can visit any season, but for me I must confess,
That my favourite time is Autumn when the trees are at their best.
Our camp is set up quickly, water drawn and fire set,
Then it’s off to go exploring, do some fishing, and get wet.
On the track down to the river where the Goodra meets the creek,
You’ll see water dragons basking on the rocks as warmth they seek.
For the swimming hole is calling, you can’t wait to take a dip
Edge your way in nice and slowly, mind the rocks or you may slip.
As the evening shadows nightfall, the campfire’s all aglow,
We sing songs and tell life’s stories, then it’s off to bed we go.
You’re awoken in the morning by the Jackass laughing loud,
Pull the zip down, poke your head out, in the sky there’s not a cloud.
So you quietly boil the billy for that early morning cup,
And enjoy the quiet surroundings as the brew you slowly sup.
Turn your eyes towards the valley, let them wander way up high,
Where you see a Wedge-tailed Eagle soaring gently ’cross the sky.
Close your eyes, now hear birds calling, bringing music to the ear
Ducks on water, fish are rising, nature’s hand is busy here.
In this moment feel the magic, and the tension it’s all gone,
Get away from all your worries, spend some time at Micalong. |
