It took fearless explorers and numerous attempts
To find a path through those mountainous lands
West of Sydney that first European settlement
Claiming Australia the new country and continent
The Blue Mountain range failed men again and again
deep gorges, steep cliffs rendered expeditions in vain
impassable green thicket, a thorny hell added to their pain
Until three cronies Lawson, Blaxland and Wentworth by name
A quarter of a century later conquered Mount York in 1813
They suffered unimaginable hardship for days, exactly eighteen
finally were greeted by a view no white man before has seen
A universe of endless golden pastures, fat grass of a rich sheen
And what else did their baffled eyes spot down there
Happy bovines - in their hundreds, offspring off a pair
that left Sydney Cove absconding from a cattle fair
They found a track to the south while grazing without a care
By rambling around the mountains it proved an easy mission
This is a tale of the tragic comedy called the human condition
While forcing only one direction nothing comes to fruition
Instead we waste energy, resources and narrow our vision
However, a relaxed approach opens up, gives us a clue
of ways around a problem rather than straight through
and rewards with an elegantly reached point of view
What’s good for Australian cows is good for mankind too