The Great Western Highway

By Wiltrud Duell

It took fearless explorers and numerous attempts

To find a path through those mountainous lands

West of Sydney that first European settlement

Claiming Australia the new country and continent

The Blue Mountain range failed men again and again

deep gorges, steep cliffs rendered expeditions in vain

impassable green thicket, a thorny hell added to their pain

Until three cronies Lawson, Blaxland and Wentworth by name

A quarter of a century later conquered Mount York in 1813

They suffered unimaginable hardship for days, exactly eighteen

finally were greeted by a view no white man before has seen

A universe of endless golden pastures, fat grass of a rich sheen

And what else did their baffled eyes spot down there

Happy bovines - in their hundreds, offspring off a pair

that left Sydney Cove absconding from a cattle fair

They found a track to the south while grazing without a care

By rambling around the mountains it proved an easy mission

This is a tale of the tragic comedy called the human condition

While forcing only one direction nothing comes to fruition

Instead we waste energy, resources and narrow our vision

However, a relaxed approach opens up, gives us a clue

of ways around a problem rather than straight through

and rewards with an elegantly reached point of view

What’s good for Australian cows is good for mankind too