The Eighteen Mile Creek

Compared to the babble of the river it flows to it's ripple is meek Flowing down from the high country the eighteen mile creek It does serve it's purpose like every waterway It quenches the thirst of sheep and cattle and emus, kangaroos and wallabies every day For how long who knows with a brown tongue that is never still It has been flowing in the gray paddocks from it's source by the hill The centuries have come and the centuries have gone But the creek to the river it keep on rippling on Of it poems have been written and many stories of it have been told The creek from the high country it is very old It was very old before the birth of the first woman and man The millenniums of Seasons it's pleasant ripple does span It has flowed forever and will forever more To the big waterway to the saltwater shore.