A poem by Noell Coutts
Images by Callum Wood
Seek the rugged wilderness, the mountains and the skyFeel it, breath it, watch a
Falcon Fly.
Hear the creek beds in the rivers, where miners searched for goldAbandoned huts and buts of stuff, hear the
stories told.
The lust for gold,
the search, the thrill, the ghosts of days gone by The adrenaline, the buzz of it all, try and you’ll know why
Sometimes you go up, we all go down, sometimes the whole world’s
just spinning around
The
excitement
The
rush
The
thrill of it all
The
bumps and the bruises, the jumps and the falls
Time is the treasure, each hour of the day, but remember the clock only can go one way. Your time. Is now.
