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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cunningham's Gap</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As I came over Cunningham's Gap<br>a skin of time peeled off the map<br>The fern's green ocean overflowed<br>the hard black surface of the road<br>and lapped the wheel rims of the dray<br>and the sweating bullocks where they lay,<br>and washed the car out of today.<br>A cloud of cockatoos, snow on the hill<br>shrieked out of distance and were still.<br>Cedar, sassafras, bunya pine,<br>stinging nettle and lawyer-vine<br>baffled my passage and blocked my sight<br>as I swarmed the hummocks and climbed the height.<br>But long months' labour through wood and waste<br>dropped from my bones as I gazed at last.<br>round to round, to the rim of the sun,<br>on a world of richness not yet won;<br>broad fat pastures and rolling downs,<br>Wheat fields and Orchards, farms and towns,<br>ghosts of the future surged at the gate<br>of time and being and would not wait.<br>As I shouted in triumph, the Darling Downs<br>leapt into life with farms and towns;<br>Wheat field and orchards, flocks and herds,<br>grass to the bellies, woke at my words.<br>the cloud of cockatoos, snow on the hill,<br>shrieked out of distance and were still,<br>and the skin of time crept over the map<br>as I started my car in Cunningham's Gap.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Henry+Mackenzie+Green">Henry Mackenzie Green</a></strong></div>