Mount Dandenong
Olinda
Sassafras
Ferny Creek
Ferntree Gully.
I snake my wintry way
through tree ferns
heavy and dripping
with their drink.
I despair
of timid tourists,
brake lights blinking
winking
bright as fire.
I watch the white line
beckoning,
ribboning,
disappearing wetly
before me.
And wonder,
with fluttering heart,
what I’ll find
today
when I peep around your door?
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jerry-s-journey-held-up-on-the-tourist-road/
