The Nepean’s flow
At Yarramundi, You can dip your weary feet In the Nepean’s healing flow – Here, its chapter ends With the Grose, the Hawkesbury starts Sluggish, steady, slow This far end The Nepean has nothing to lose It will gladly wash a part of you And take those broken dreams Scattering them Somewhere in the Pacific blue But do not sigh for the part you lose - If it is a shard of hope Let it sail and float afar; It will come back: A rainbow, drizzle, summer’s cloud Or maybe even a silver star And if you lose a piece of grief Be grateful to the Nepean’s flow Write a poem, perhaps a song Throw it in the summer’s stream Watch the ink dissolve and die - And writer, written will un-belong Do not sigh for the part you lose - Let it flow, let it go - This much, the river lets you grow Here, at Yarramundi, Where you can dip your weary feet And be a part of the Nepean’s flow…. 10 th Jan’ 26 ...
