Post by magpie on Dec 2, 2006 19:14:42 GMT -6
The Blackwood River
I should love to be the river
That sallies through these hills
And reflects the clouds in silver
Ripples ridging, Taste the thrills
Of growing wide with winter rain
And rolling round the bends;
And flirting with the bracken fern
In bunches as it wends
And winds it’s way along the banks
Tree-lined, collecting seeds
To plant downstream, and then with thanks
Murmured amidst the reeds
It rushes by the boulders, tickling
Pebbles in it’s path
With giggling and trickling…
The native birds that bath
And hunt along the length of it
Plunge into it’s embrace,
Emerging sparkling, jewel-light lit
By setting Sun’s gold face.
I should love to be the Blackwood
River, That’ll be my wish
Refreshing anyone I could
And hugging all the fish.
I should love to be the river
That sallies through these hills
And reflects the clouds in silver
Ripples ridging, Taste the thrills
Of growing wide with winter rain
And rolling round the bends;
And flirting with the bracken fern
In bunches as it wends
And winds it’s way along the banks
Tree-lined, collecting seeds
To plant downstream, and then with thanks
Murmured amidst the reeds
It rushes by the boulders, tickling
Pebbles in it’s path
With giggling and trickling…
The native birds that bath
And hunt along the length of it
Plunge into it’s embrace,
Emerging sparkling, jewel-light lit
By setting Sun’s gold face.
I should love to be the Blackwood
River, That’ll be my wish
Refreshing anyone I could
And hugging all the fish.
Beautifully flowing ;D
