The mighty river swelled by recent downpour flows through the flat gray country near the sea
It crawls onward to meet and join saltwater far from it's birthplace in the high country
A winter sun is shining in the clear sky a pleasant enough day for time of year
And two miles off the rumblings of the surf waves in the silence of the evening one can hear.
Evenings such as this remain on in the memory all around me nature's beauty I can see
And I can hear white backed magpie fluting upon high branch of sunlit blackwood tree
In years from now when I am gone forever the coastal beauty others will enjoy
And the seasons come and go as they have always and nature lives for she will never die.
The fisherman for bay trout he is casting he says the fish they bite when flood is high
He hasn't hooked a fish as yet this evening but his patience may be rewarded by and by
He too enjoy the open spaces and nature and he has happy moments to recall
Of the good sized fish in the past he has landed and fishing his favourite past time of all.
The river in full flood crawls slowly onwards through flat gray paddocks near the ocean shore
And two miles distant in the calm of evening one can hear the giant surf waves toss and roar
A very pleasant evening for mid winter the sun is shining bright in the clear sky
And days like this make the winter look shorter it's really splendid weather for july.
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