David Chadwick

A poem for the month - March 2019

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Kerosene Creek

At Kerosene Creek, we sat

In the pool below the waterfall

Someone must have set the thermostat

For what they sometimes call

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The Goldilocks Zone, not too hot

And not too cold, just right

Set in the bush, a perfect spot

Well known these days, but you might

 

Strike it lucky and have it to yourself

Follow the track down from the carpark, don’t speak

Slip into the water, sit on the log or a rocky shelf

Relax, dream, soothe your soul, at Kerosene Creek