The sun lights up the high paddocks nearby
And there is a stillness in the evening sky
Close to mid Winter yet it seems like Spring
Yet magpie only bird that I hear sing.
By stands of blackwoods and wattles the old creek winds it's way
On towards the sea it journeys night and day
Swelled by smaller creeks to a river it grow
And deepen and move slowly as near to the sea it flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem