CAMPING

Thoughts of the river Tweed

Mt Warning at the dawning, red sun climbing from the sea.

The Kooka birds are calling, from high in lofty tree.

That river it is winding, by Mur-Bah on its banks.

Where they use to ship them Cedar logs, then saw them into planks.

Tumbulgum is waking, as the river meets the Rouse.

And high upon the hilltop, there’s a little timber house.

That river keeps on flowing, through the cane fields on the plains.

And Chinderah town is happy, though it floods there when it rains.

The sun is shining high now, the golden sand it bakes.

Before the river hits the sea, it fills the Teranora lakes.

The water way is moving fast, past the rocky bah.

And mingles with ocean, with waves rolling from afar…

~ by nellibell49 on April 9, 2008.