The Blue Mountains

Henry Lawson

 Next Poem          

Above the ashes straight and tall,
Through ferns with moisture dripping,
I climb beneath the sandstone wall,
My feet on mosses slipping.

Like ramparts round the valley's edge
The tinted cliffs are standing,
With many a broken wall and ledge,
And many a rocky landing.

And round about their rugged feet
Deep ferny dells are hidden
In shadowed depths, whence dust and heat
Are banished and forbidden.

The stream that, crooning to itself,
Comes down a tireless rover,
Flows calmly to the rocky shelf,
And there leaps bravely over.

Now pouring down, now lost in spray
When mountain breezes sally,
The water strikes the rock midway,
And leaps into the valley.

Now in the west the colours change,
The blue with crimson blending;
Behind the far Dividing Range,
The sun is fast descending.

And mellowed day comes o'er the place,
And softens ragged edges;
The rising moon's great placid face
Looks gravely o'er the ledges.

Next Poem 

 Back to Henry Lawson

To be able to leave a comment here you must be registered. Log in or Sign up.

  • johnsonbuteau

    I'm in complete awe of how Henry Lawson beautifully captures the grandeur of nature. He genuinely makes you feel like you are right there, in amongst the mosses and rocks. Does anyone know if these vivid descriptions are derived from his personal experiences?

    • FreddyRJJG

      Wow, this peice really took me away, love the imagery in it. Felt as if i was wanderin' in the woods, climbin' over rocks and moss, feelin' the spray of a waterfall. Plus the calm of the moon comin' up... just beautiful! Wish I could find more poetry like this that resonates so deeply with the nature lover in me.