Heels 1974
Sleeping out on the Tops
Sleeping out on the Tops
I love to lie the nights alone
Sheltered high in tussock knots
To view the valley black below
Drowsed in tussock incense.
A cloud of drizzle rising,
Patters fresh the leafy roof above,
And soon I hear the quiet dripping of the forest.
I listen in my wandering thoughts
And catch the single bellbird's note
Softly piped and faintly melancholy
As the rain.
G.S.