We’ve been down by the river
It’s just across the river flat.
In times of flood we see it
Skimming along the banks
Holding it back from swamping us.
Our river is the life of the valley
The farms and the towns speckled along its way.
We went to the river
Dug in our toes on the gravely bank
Watched the flow meander by
On it’s way to the Pacific.
You held my hand as we ventured in
Stood up to our ankles
As an eel swam by
Terrified you screamed never again.
At dusk a fisherman came by
Threw in his line sat and watched
The birds circling, the plopping of mullet
Just you and me and the fisherman too.
Darkness descended and came the night sounds
We huddled close as the noise grew
Frogs croaking, a fox sidled by on the distant bank.
The moon showed a silver light
Silhouetted the ghostly river gums
Giving the river a new mysterious character.
I wondered what to make of you
So beautiful yet so timid
You saw fit to sit with me
That warm summers night
Along the water’s edge.