poem Nostalgia

Fifty-five years ago the following poem appeared in the Bribie Star newspaper.  Take a moment to enjoy the scene painted by these evocative words - trusty steed and all!

NOSTALGIA

High in the rosy hills at dawning,

Far in the woodland's fragrant cones,

The rolling mists of early morning,

Breathe o'er the rugged mountain domes,

Though with splendour so enthralling

Here I greet the morn divine,

My lonely heart is softly calling,

Bribie - Island in the pines.

Nature's now with magic jesting,

Far where hill and valley meet,

While my foaming steed is resting,

From the climb with aching feet.

But my lonely heart's devotion,

Longs for dear familiar scenes,

Scented pines and rolling ocean,

In the island of my dreams.

Soon this lovely scene of grandeur,

Will be folded from all ken,

Night - with jewelled dusky langour,

Will her wooing spell begin.

Then you'll hear me softly calling,

In the night wind's fragrant sighs,

May each lonely echo find you,

Bribie - Island in the pines.

Anne Jensen, "Creek Bend", Sylvan Beach, Bribie Island.

August 1962.

REFERENCE: 
Nostalgia (poem) by Anne Jensen, 1962.
Bribie Star, 24 Aug 1962.