Where The Hopkins Crawls Slow

Two miles from the Bluehole where into the sea it does flow
The dark Hopkins waters at a snail's pace crawls slow
Backed up by the sandbanks at the Pacific shore
At it's widest point close to two hundred metres or more
Towards the end of it's journey a deep and wide waterway
It silently creeps seaward by night and by day
Home to swamphen, coot and moorhen and where musk and black duck reside
Birds that feel at home in waters still and wide
Were i a poet of the Hopkins i would write
A poem for lovers of poetry to read memorize and recite
A waterway that was old in the dinosaur time
That has been the inspiration of song, story and rhyme
Slowly and silently it crawls on to it's destiny
The vast ocean known as the Pacific sea.