NO TURNING BACK
Four of us decided to seek
The Hobbit Town of Major's Creek,
Drought was the reason why
The creek bed there was really dry.
As it was the end of day
For a cuppa we would stay,
We soon found a lovely spot
To have our coffee nice and hot.
People who'd know the district well
Are those you'd find in a hotel,
So we found a decent bloke
Who'd tell the truth to women-folk.
He said locals often travel
On eleven kilometres of gravel,
We figured we knew what we were doin'
Taking this road to Araluen.
So we sent our two kids home,
And through the country we did roam,
Eleven kilometres is not far -
An easy trip for our great car!
Crossing the road was a wombat -
Lucky our car did not hit that!
This road was quite full of ruts,
We're thinking:both of us are nuts!
Then there were the hair-pin bends,
Our safety here really depends
A great deal on the driver's skill,
Because this was no small hill.
In fact, the road was very steep,
Which influenced the driver to creep -
Loose gravel can make a car slide -
There was no room on either side.
Branches lined the road that night
We'd given one wombat a fright
The most I could do that trip was pray
And this I did – most of the way!
This was barely a goat track
There was no way we could turn back -
The road ahead was not too clear,
And we had a tinge of fear.
We came to an intersection,
Although there was no direction
There was a man with a light -
Wasn't he a welcome sight!
Proof once more God answers prayer,
'Cause pretty soon we were there
At the lovely camping-ground -
Praise the Lord! It had been found!
Two campers were there also
We saw them near the fire-glow,
We came to that place by random -
They chose to travel there by Tandem!
Gwendoline Rapley
16th October 2007
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