The Ode to Light­ning Ridge

Stanthorpe Border Post - - NEWS YOUR SAY - — Jac­quie Large

WE left at 7 in the morn­ing It was cold and dark and damp

I was rub­bing my eyes, still yawn­ing

As I turned off the out­side lamp

Light­ning Ridge WOW What a name

It con­jured up an amaz­ing ad­ven­ture

When we re­turned would we be the same

Or would our mem­o­ries be need­ing a cen­sor

I’m not sure what I ex­pected Af­ter the day’s drive

But as we drove in all the dots were con­nected

For this was a town that’s alive

Ev­ery­where I looked I could see red earth

And pile and pile of dig­gings Con­sid­er­ing how much an opal is worth

It all seemed very lean pick­ings

So many places to visit and see

The black hand mine is a must

Car door tours and tied to the tree

You pick the colour then head for the dust

One of the amaz­ing things to do

Is to soak in the arte­sian pool

It’s free and hot and good for you

And so very, very cool

Lots of places to eat and drink

But made of bot­tles and cans I drank at the Hil­ton, that made you think

Sur­rounded by one train car­riages and vans

The suc­cu­lent gar­den is not to be missed

You don’t need lots of wa­ter A man made cas­tle whose lovers kids

Made of sand­stone, rocks and mor­tar

Four days I spent in this mag­i­cal place

Then day came to go home Many sto­ries to tell and leg­ends to chase

I’m so glad I de­cided to roam

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