Sunday, 27 November 2011

A town fit for a Queen

The jocund day stands tiptoed,
On the snowy mountain tops,
As the sun slowly rises,
Like the ticking of a clock.

Night is in retreat ,
With the dawning of the day,
As all throughout the town,
People come out to play.

With one thought, one aim,
They all set forth,
Thankful for the sunshine,
Ready to get their worth.

The mountains are our playground,
Our inspiration, our awe,
In one of the most beautiful towns ,
Which I ever saw.

I was inspired to write this poem after a snowboarding trip to Queenstown, New Zealand, one of the most beautiful towns I've seen.

Have you visited Queenstown? Do you have any comments or poetic replies? 

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