Up winding roads in sun we cruise, at each twist and turn - rock views
On barren crags - man’s touch is slight, to early settlers - the same sight.
A stop at Stirling in the Hills, a gentle pause, each café fills
Day trippers stroll in sandalled feet; a park’s a breeze in this retreat.
Native crafts, bookstore and clothes, line the one main street in rows
Leafy pathways but beware, tenacious tree roots linger there!
Hahndorf is next, a German town, Hans Heysen’s scenes brought it renown
In cosy Old Mill – a surprise; the Pokies – fast buck paradise?
The thing to do, my friends advise, is buy fudge and eat warm meat pies
We forego the pretzels and the beer, but the pie was tasty, I declare!
A fairy garden on our right, with dragons, gnomes and elfin sprite
And huge white wings upon a wall, by toadstools, mini waterfall…
More fashions, knick-knacks, rows of shoes, down these shaded avenues
Fine vineyards are not far away … viewed on December’s final day!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015
Painting by Hans Heysen