Monday, April 4, 2016

The Eighteen Mile Creek

Compared to the babble of the river it flows to it's ripple is meek
Flowing down from the high country the eighteen mile creek
It does serve it's purpose like every waterway
It quenches the thirst of sheep and cattle and emus, kangaroos and wallabies every day
For how long who knows with a brown tongue that is never still
It has been flowing in the gray paddocks from it's source by the hill
The centuries have come and the centuries have gone
But the creek to the river it keep on rippling on
Of it poems have been written and many stories of it have been told
The creek from the high country it is very old
It was very old before the birth of the first woman and man
The millenniums of Seasons it's pleasant ripple does span
It has flowed forever and will forever more
To the big waterway to the saltwater shore.

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