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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Where the forest is still virgin and the lyrebirds often call, the bronze-wing comes to drink, and the ferns are growing tall, there are deer prints in the mud, and there’s leeches seeking prey… this little creek meanders on its way. Where a pothole track goes winding through the burgan and ti-tree, mountain ash and messmate stumps are overgrown history from loggers in the forests, and the straining bullock dray… this little creek meanders on its way. Where recreation parks have forced a need for clearing of the bush, where this grassland in the mountain now welcomes the human push, and the platypus is unperturbed, where it’s still prepared to play… this little creek meanders on its way. Where lands been cleared and now the pines are planted in a row. It’s all green but foreign and where nothing else will grow. And king parrots or black cockies, have found their seeds okay… this little creek meanders on its way. Where dairy farms are greener than you ever think you’ll see, blackberry hugs the banks with, bootlace bush and goodia pea, and so mournful through the valley is the calling from the jay… this little creek meanders on its way. Where it’s back again to virgin scrub and hugging closer to a hill, where the pools are getting deeper with backwaters black and still. And the mother stream Latrobe, awaits the Loch, to draw away… this little creek meanders on its way. This little valley’s heaven for the angler coming here, not only for the fishing, but the peace that’s always near. Where one can reach the grassy banks of the chosen course, then meander with the little creek, rippling from its source. There’s a dearth of hides and cover for the trout who ‘hog’ the stream. They chase the spinner to the edge, when they see the twirling gleam. And where some take the triple hooks while others get away… this little creek meanders on its way.
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