Inspiration for This Poem
Earlier in the year my wife Kathy and I decided to go on a road trip to visit our daughter and grandson in Sydney (known as The Harbour City). It was Logan’s birthday and we decided to surprise them.
For those unfamiliar with Australian geography, our road trip would take us from Ballogie in Queensland to Sydney New South Wales, via the longer but more scenic inland route and encompassing approximately 1200 kilometres. I began writing this poem during our few road stops on the journey but it has taken me until now to actually bring it up to scratch enough to publish.
The Harbour City Beckons
When the Harbour City beckons
You can’t ignore the call.
We planned our trip the best we could
With details big and small.
Deciding on the inland route
To see more of the land,
Through Warwick and Toowoomba
Before we left Queensland.
An ever-changing landscape
Encroached upon the road,
Through many small quaint country towns,
A scenic trip it bode.
I recall a song made famous
By Peter Allen, Boy from Oz.
It’s called the Tenterfield Saddler
About the town where he once was.
Tenterfield’s a lovely town
Where we stopped for food and rest.
Of all the places we passed through
We both liked it the best.
On through the night we travelled,
Past Stonehenge and The Balancing Rock,
Bushranger Captain Thunderbolt’s cave,
Needing sleep, at Uralla we stopped.
We awoke with the sunrise,
Nine hours still to drive,
Allowing for roadwork
We’d hit Sydney by five.
At the top of the Great Dividing Range
We stopped to observe the view.
Despite the fog and misty rain
Glorious scenery ensued.
Down the range to Gloucester,
And Shroud’s convict rich past,
We’d leave the rural landscape
Behind us, too fast.
As the traffic increased,
The storm clouds released,
As onto the highway we merged.
The rain fell so hard,
And came down in sheets,
That parts of the road were submerged.
A highway and ocean, I thought how ironic,
That they’d both share the name “The Pacific,”
And here at this very moment in time,
They shared more than a name so specific.
Crawling along at a snail’s steady pace
On the final leg of our journey.
Tired, but relieved when we both saw a sign
That greeted us, “Welcome to Sydney.”
The Harbour Bridge and Opera House,
Famous icons it is true,
And Sydney is Australia’s hub
For things to see and do.
But all sight-seeing would have to wait,
We desired a day of rest.
After two long day’s upon the road,
A comfy bed sounds best.
by John Hansen © 2016
After a lot of procrastinating I have finally self-published my first eBooks of poetry "I Laughed a Smile" and "On the Wings of Eagles" at Lulu.com.Now I find myself branching out and experimenting with short fiction.
I have also been fortunate to have two poems chosen to be made into songs and recorded. The first "On the Road to Kingdom Come" by Al Wordlaw, and the second, "If I Could Write a Love Poem" by award-winning British singer Tally Koren.
I am also finding my services increasingly in demand as a freelance writer and I have ghost-written the text for a number of children's books and educational tutorials.
My personal life is largely devoted to spending time with my wife on our 40-acre property and together trying to lessen our footprint on our precious planet Earth and encouraging others to become as self-sufficient as possible.
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