The River

You can walk by the river a thousand times

and each time it will tell a different story

now in flood cattle crossing would drown

the posts marking the ford still stand out

some say there is a spirit in the river

and it does seems to live in some way

sometimes there is the lonely swan

we share my lunch then it honks away

flying low its feet trailing in the water

I finish my coffee take up the brush

to touch up on the river and a swan

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