In a place where paths entwine,
Footsteps echo, wheels align—
Trains hum past, the traffic flows,
Oars dip gently, the jet stream glows.
From land and sea and skies above,
Travellers come with hearts of love.
Some walk their dogs, some ride with grace,
Some chase the wind to reach this place.
A friend once flew from lands afar,
By plane, beneath the southern star.
He wandered here with curious feet—
And sparked the joy of this retreat.
So pause a while, reflect, and write
How you arrived by day or night.
This cache awaits your tale, your view—
A resting place for passers-through.
No need to fear the windows view - those watching on are cachers too.