Tuesday, March 25, 2014

The Moyne

In the flat coastal country by night and by day
With a quiet babble the dark Moyne slowly winds on it's way
On towards Griffith Island to the Pacific shore
It has flowed forever and will forever more
The river that has inspired story and rhyme
The Moyne it was very old in the Dreamtime
And even in the age of the dinosaurs it was very old
The true history of the rivers too old to be told
To us air breathing mortals time becomes our foe
But the Seasons do come and the Seasons do go
And millions of mortals to life have come to and from have gone
But the ageless old Moyne to the ocean flows on
The river that has inspired song, story and rhyme
It was very old even in the Dreamtime.

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