or maybe this one
Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 8:18 am
Matt, I posted the other one first then re read what you described so now I am posting this one...oh well, it doesn't hurt to refresh things from time to time I guess.
When Ancient Rivers Run
© Ross Magnay 27/2/10
Thunder clouds on catchments are unleashing captive spoils,
the rocks soon shed the moisture like a nest of silver snakes,
the water trickles downwards eroding desert soils,
nature has decided on the course the river takes.
Gathering momentum soaking ancient river sand,
picking up the flotsam as it makes its hurried way,
another desert miracle by Mother Natures hand,
ensuring that her garden will survive another day.
foaming cocoa waters crashing over river beds,
rushing on their way down to the lower desert plains,
pushing froth before them past the ancient ’River Reds,’
and fed by tributaries of the trickling little drains.
Snaking through the mulga and majestic river gums,
along the winding river beds of Namatjira’s brush,
thunder in the distance like a rolling band of drums,
playing with the raindrops as the desert rivers rush.
Fickle desert weather just as quickly makes it stop,
tomorrow there is nothing but some sticks against the trees,
but seeds and spores are sprouting to ensure another crop,
and guarantee a future for the native birds and bees.
When Ancient Rivers Run
© Ross Magnay 27/2/10
Thunder clouds on catchments are unleashing captive spoils,
the rocks soon shed the moisture like a nest of silver snakes,
the water trickles downwards eroding desert soils,
nature has decided on the course the river takes.
Gathering momentum soaking ancient river sand,
picking up the flotsam as it makes its hurried way,
another desert miracle by Mother Natures hand,
ensuring that her garden will survive another day.
foaming cocoa waters crashing over river beds,
rushing on their way down to the lower desert plains,
pushing froth before them past the ancient ’River Reds,’
and fed by tributaries of the trickling little drains.
Snaking through the mulga and majestic river gums,
along the winding river beds of Namatjira’s brush,
thunder in the distance like a rolling band of drums,
playing with the raindrops as the desert rivers rush.
Fickle desert weather just as quickly makes it stop,
tomorrow there is nothing but some sticks against the trees,
but seeds and spores are sprouting to ensure another crop,
and guarantee a future for the native birds and bees.