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In Wanting To Make A Mark For Herself

in wanting to mark a name for herself
in the history of the flowing river

every morning she goes there
naked her black hair flowing over her body

her feet soft on the pebbles and with a little shiver
she touches the river with her toes

and then she plunges herself for a dip
she bathes her body and then she sings under the bamboo leaves

beside the great river. The neighborhood takes a look at her
Her beauty and her being naked.And she knew she made it.

Her name is carved on the water and her beauty
Forever flows on the notes of the song of the great river.
Suki Nakamura

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The Sea And The River

Since the first day
(The beginning of time) ,
The river and the sea
Are relevantly prime.

The sea needs the river
And the river needs the sea.
Such co-dependence
Was meant to be.

Unspeakably strong—
With one heart,
They venture along.

An awesome team.
A force in the earth.
The sea and the river—
Of invaluable worth.
Walterrean Salley

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Back There By The Old Finnow River

Back there by the old Finnow river the pink breasted male chaffinch sing
And the white breasted dipper sings in the rapids and the first wildflowers of the Spring
Are blooming by the hedgerows and in the sheltered places and new leaves sprout on the deciduous trees
And the old fields becoming much greener and the Wintery chill has left the breeze
On the high fields around Clara mountain the lambs around their mothers play
And the yellow buttercups are blooming by the old rill that babbles it's way
Downhill on it's way to the river the full bloom of Spring it is near
And the small brown wren sings in the hedgerow his voice so melodious and clear,
Back there by the old Finnow river as the lamp of dawn brightens the sky
The brown lark rises up from the rushes and he carols as up he does fly
For to greet the grey dawn of the morning the airborne songster born on the ground
His wife on her grass nest cloaked by the rushes her nest that is hard to be found
Back there where the old Finnow river winds it's way on down towards Dooneen
The wildborn birds they are singing and everywhere is looking so green.
Francis Duggan

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The Waterway Known As The The Merri

On the Warrnambool-Koroit countryside a flat landscape as old as time
The waterway known as the Merri that inspired song, story and rhyme
Babbles on it's way to the Pacific every night, day and evening and morn
It has been flowing for thousands of centuries before the first human was born
Long before 'twas given the name of the Merri the old river babbled along
And long before the age of the dinosaur and the first songbird sung it's first song
The old river flowed to saltwater to mix with the incoming tide
The old river that will flow forever through the flat and ancient countryside
To the ancient land of the Merri the Seasons they come and they go
And the waterway babbles forever through the land of the dark pale eyed crow
The first people who hunted and fished here are to be seen here never more
But the old Merri flows on forever on it's way to the Pacific shore
Many people like Mother Nature's Seasons to life they have come and have gone
But the Merri the very old river is destined to keep babbling on.
Francis Duggan

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