Dear Editor,
This poem was written aboard the ferry from Bowen to Horseshoe Bay at dusk, July 15, 2014:
The mountains range in front to guard
a vast surprise
But they also huddle round a hallowed treasure,
Not captured by a name and too large for
man to sample;
The beauty of this place exceeds all measure.
Sunsets have fondled all these cliffs since
the dawn of time.
I have witnessed many here myself, safely
inside a vessel.
You’d think perhaps my wonder would abate
But each time the waves ignite my soul,
unleashing dreams and poetry to wrestle.
Each time is different but one thing always
seems unchanged.
Just as the lapping of the waves may never cease,
The journey on the sea leaves my turmoil
far behind,
And the mountains and the ocean bring me peace.
John Weston, M.P.
