ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Open the flood gates
let the water run free
Let the creeks fill the rivers
So they flow to the sea

SHARING THE WATER

‘The waters of the Onkaparinga
Create the place where I choose to linger.
The young fisher boy fills two hooks with bait
While across the river I watch and wait,’
says Cockles.

‘Every weekend, he is here on his patch
Of shining water, where I share his catch.
Then seeing the movement of the boy’s hands,
I fly over blue water onto the sands,’
says Cockles.

‘Under the water the silver fish flash
In the sun; then come out with a splash.
I waddle closer. He reels in the line.
I’m always patient, there’s plenty of time,’
say Cockles.

‘There’s fish for me and enough for the kids
To take home in buckets covered with lids.
My friend leaves; I return to the water
To catch my own fish, just like I oughta,’
says Cockles.

‘I can now fish in the Carrickalinga,
Or the Bungala and the Waitpinga.
The only place I choose to linger
Is in the water of Onkaparinga,’
says Cockles.


These Rivers of South Australia are flowing to the sea, and the birds are happy.

So's Worddancer

Love it - Cockles the Pelican is so cute and how lovely it is to see that water flowing

Good morning Maureen,

Thank you for enjoying the view,


Worddancer

Lost on me but that's not hard to do ??????


Not my cup of tea sorry Eliza.


Duck and weave see ya Bob

That's OK Bob, Maybe this is just one for the BIRDS and the fish!

I only have coffee in my thermos, too, Oh well can't please everyone be


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