By Paul H Funnell In the hush of dawn where the ridgelines gleam Snowy Mountains wake from a frozen dream Snow gum trees in coats of white Twist like dancers in morning light Their limbs wear lace spun from frost and air Guarding secrets in silence there Beneath their boughs, the river sings A silver thread with icy wings Trout dart quick in crystal streams Flickers of muscle, shimmer and dreams A cast, a wait - the line holds tight As water glows in golden light Up above, where ridges soar Skiers carve on powdered floor Swooping fast in breathless flight Through ghostly gums and blinding white The alpine winds hum soft and low Through ancient rocks and fields of snow Here wild and free, the spirit roam Among snow gums and mountain domes So cast your line, or carve and glide Where earth and sky walk side by side The Snowies call in winter’s breath A dance of life, untouched by death
