Waltz On
If the river wends its way on a path so very long,
and it can't make up its mind, just meandering along,
then a monsoon from the west blows the rains in hard and strong,
and the water's backing up till it's flatly flowing wrong,
and makes a lake where none was there to form a billabong…
When morning's interrupted by the kookaburra's song,
which echoes oh so merrily, like laughter from the throng,
as the rainbow eucalyptus flaunts its dazzling sarong,
and your cellphone has no bars, do you know where you belong?
A Kookaburra laughing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jW7A2glZbk
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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