A jewel on the West Coast . . .

It was by mere chance discovering this jewel going down narrow track

never seemed to reach end, anticipating vista awaiting, didn't want to turn back

discovering it, of which the locals, in their wisdom, they certainly don't boast

a place to escape fast pace, humdrum of polluted city, yet so close, on the coast

Beautifully eroded limestone cliffs, standing amongst clear water lapping shore

undulating dunes, pristine beach, here and there a shipwreck, adding to decor

this is a place, although close to suburbia, one can relax, it will always be there

Pt Peron, at back door of city, waiting to be discovered, unparalelled anywhere

Whenever there, new discoveries are bound to be made, maybe in rock pool

or when meandering along myriad dune bush tracks, in summer shady and cool

one could encounter spectacle of Sea-eagles soaring high up in cloudless sky

maybe just sit down and let the beautiful landscape, for later, fill mind's eye

Going fishing off rocks, being careful where one steps, not catching any fish

didn't seem to matter, absorbing and surrounded by nature, what utter bliss

the impressive drama of changing colours of mirror images in water of rocks

one can almost tell the time of day, nature providing it's own time clocks

At night the enchantment of silvery moonlight, over limestone cliffs and bay

to be here forever, why leave, holding one spellbound, whether night or day

in winter would be even more dramatic, swell of huge waves battering reef

to weary sailors full of dangers, shipwrecks, testimony of having come to grief

The sky, cliffs, beach all turning red, ocean looks like pool of blood at sunset

maybe at end of some bush track, a similar jewel waits to be discovered yet

within our Australia, unbeknown to most, may be many more such places

depending on time of year, you too can experience, see nature's many faces