Did dinosaurs roam this way?
Did monsters search for prey?
And ancient man — did he hunt here
With just a humble spear?

The forest holds its secrets fast,
Conspires to shroud the past,
Yet still a lost world’s whispering,
Tangled vines are shivering.

The mists of time will claim me,
And who will ever blame me,
If I venture to explore
What no one’s seen before.

Gold Coast hinterland. Photo by James Aitchison