On First Looking upon Chapman Shops With apologies to John Keats Oft have I walked the streets of Weston Creek And many a wondrous garden come upon Then ventured through the Hindmarsh underpass And rested at the Court of Cooleman But ever heard I of a faery place Far from well-trodden paths its marvels sung By denizen and traveller alike Beneath the peak of mighty Arawang Then one cold morning as the winter sun Struggled to cast its rays upon the world I chanced upon the magic ramparts of The Chapman shops as mist about them swirled So Joshua gazed…