Rugged, long range; the Owen Stanley Range
Bluish mountains and cold, humid air
Planes fly over and disappear in the clouds
Rain falls almost everyday,
and beneath is the tropical rain-forest,
the third largest in the world,
and a home of fauna and flora,
a living haven for micro *******,
and in 1945 a battle field of the World War II
between the Allies and the Japanese,
one of the deadliest in the Pacific
and from that blue rugged range battle field
came the first victory for Allies.

As I looked from my office,
made of steel and glass,
I see the blue, rugged mountain range,
and beneath that range, down the valleys below
tugged between the mountains,
is my humble home,
made of grass and wood,
a place where the fire never ceases to light;
a fire of freedom, safety and carefree.