Not a fan of Rabbie Burnes m'self, but loved my encounter with this "Place" - a place I always thought of as Centenary Park. The tree I used to sleep in was (I assume) the ancient fig; since it was the largest and most accommodating tree in the place. I named it "Lola" because that was the first sound which roused me from slumber on my first morning sampling the tenderness of her branches - I could sleep (full as tick from the grog) perfectly balanced and adequately rested on little more than a twig back then, so Lola (the Belfast-Blast from a homeless person's radio) was the Park-Royal to me. Never a fan of cities anymore, and certainly no fan of "The Kinks" (once, 20-years later I listened with comprehension to their Lola-lyrics), I still retain a nostalgia for these garden-retreats I enjoyed amidst the throes of city-life; but now live in a countrified town which imagines itself to be a city (because it finally topped 40,000 people at its heart and in its wider districts. As to poetry, my poems of Kowhai-Park are available at my Lulu-Shop, and I devoted a sonnet in my book "The Prodigal" to Lola along with several others in and around Queensland, Brisbane, and Fortitude-Valley itself [http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/kowhai-park-selected-poems---booklet-one/20536925 ] At present I am completing a book entitled: "An Unfinished Biography of the Unknown Soldier", and being prose, it will feature certain histories of a Fortitude-Valley Street-Urchin by the name of Skoti (in search of the unknown-soldier both within himself, and without) - I hope this review sparks some interest in my works and your lovely semi-tropical Place! read more