A Time Honoured Stretch of a River

There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river that’s a cog in the natural wheel flowing longer than mans’… time upon earth and home for the blackfish and eel. They say that the time of the crayfish goes back to the dinosaurs’ day and rocks that are fighting… the endless flow ever slowly, have eroded away. There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river fighting the log on a bend, diverting through snags… rippling on sand finding it’s own way to wend. Platypus live in a backwater swirl, where flotsam is blending with foam a track has been worn… down from the bank and leads to a water-rats home. There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river Well guarded by wattle and gum. Sword grass and fern… ti-tree and hazel are providing a haven for some. The parrot and fantail along with the bellbird create many tunes in this vale. Whistles and shrieks… one syllable notes or the currawongs’ melodic wail. There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river where I am a gourmet delight for march fly and leech… bush fly, mosquito or the bull-ant’s unbearable bite. There has been flood when the river runs wild, and the land is totally drenched, the litter from hills… is wrapped around trees with mountain silt weakly entrenched. There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river with a calming appeal for my mind, Where I can sit… where I contemplate. It’s a place to completely unwind. Nature has given me more than the peace in the harmony it does deliver here in the valley… pristine, unspoiled, on a time-honoured stretch of a river.