John Bernard O'Hara

(1862-1927 / Australia)

Happy Creek

The little creek goes winding
   Thro' gums of white and blue,
   A silver arm
   Around the farm
   It flings, a lover true;
And softly, where the rushes lean,
   It sings (O sweet and low)
   A lover's song,
   And winds along,

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