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The old man and the river.

Contributed by redwest802 on Thursday, 8th January 2004 @ 01:37:10 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

The old man sits by the river,
And ponders days gone by.
In his youth he remembers,
Seeing it thirty feet high.
He saw it from the high hills,
Behind his homestead yonder.
Where he had fled with his family,
When the angry river thundered.
It tore through the cattle yards,
Taking steer and heifer with it.
Ripping out fence posts,
Destroying lives indiscriminate.
Attacking wattle and tall gum,
Dragging them on the way.
Alive this river seemed,
On that fateful day.
Man or beast, it did not matter,
What this river swallowed.
To this old mans youthful eyes,
Nature seemed all hallowed.
Its force he watched in amazement,
As a bridge it did strike.
Raising up with fury,
Showing all its might.
Pelting log and beast,
At this, manmade structure.
Lifting the bridge into the air,
A massive crack and fracture.
Splitting apart like matchsticks,
This bridge it held no chance.
As once again mother nature,
Performed her macabre dance.
He thinks back now of that day.
When all he owned was lost,
He lies down by the river, his friend,
And says, “River, why the cost?
I have paid so dearly,
And you old friend have lost.
They have drained away your lifeblood,
They have sucked mine out to.
We are both old and frail now,
We must bid this life ado”.
On the bank he does stand up,
Salutes his old friend and preys,
“River, with you my friend,
With you I end my days.”

Copyright Â© redwest802 ... [ 2004-01-08 01:37:10]
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Re: The old man and the river. (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Thursday, 8th January 2004 @ 04:49:08 AM AEST
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A tragic tale ... but beautifully written ... Warwick - one of my favourite towns ... Jan

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