Here you will find the Poem Adventure of poet Alice Guerin Crist
We found one evening, in the scrub, a road the timber-getters made, a winding, dim, mysterious track, and we raced down it, half afraid. The wild-hop vines grew high aloft, a winter's chill was in the air, and trailing sarsaparilla swung it's purple glory everywhere. Then, curled within a hollow stump down in a gully dim and deep, we held our breaths with awe to find four dingo puppies fast asleep! We stroked them, trembling, for we knew that somewhere in the forest dim, there lurked amid the gathering shades the gaunt old mother, fierce and grim. The dry leaves rustled, back we sped to where the homelight beckoned warm, to supper-time and Mother's smile; and nestling near her safe from harm. We, thrilling, gazed into the night where twinkling stars rose high and dim, above the darksome scrub, where lurked the dingo mother fierce and grim!
