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Australian traditional poetry, Barramundi, bush poet, daly river, Dennis N. O'Brien, Formal poetry, Northern Territory, poem, poetry, waterfall creek
Clear creek water meets the muddy Daly River – Northern Territory,
Tropical far northern Australia has only two seasons – “the Wet” and “the Dry”.
The grass on the withered and burning hot plains,
It sighs with the wind from the storms,
And dances and bows to the warm driving rains;
Drinks deep – as the Monsoon it forms.
And great spreading waters they cover the plains;
The cycle of life quickly turns.
Come vast flocks of pelicans, geese, ducks and cranes;
The season of plenty returns.
The creek has been sleeping, its lifeblood ebbs low,
But now the creek’s heart skips and leaps,
As here at its source, from the plains waters flow;
From deluge a harvest it reaps.
There at its beginning a pool clear and deep,
Etched out from the plain over time,
And into this pool little waterfalls leap,
With sparkling beauty sublime.
So foaming and burbling the waters they flow,
As small fish that go with the tide
Are taken by giant barramundi below;
They close by the waterfalls glide.
Go rolling the waters with shimmering light,
Caressing the banks of the creek.
A fish chasing prey turns – its side flashes bright.
The river these waters now seek.
First rushing so madly then slowing at last,
The great muddy river they reach,
With rolling brown waters all churning and vast;
Its borders the clear waters breach.
So water once clean and bright muddies to dark,
And lost is its beauty so soon,
The creek to the river a contrast so stark,
One pure, and one debris bestrewn.
The river a chaos of eddy and foam,
And floating thereon logs and boughs.
All furrowed and flowing like watery loam
Where fins break the surface like ploughs.
And so to the sea will the waters be drawn
And thence to the clouds by the Sun.
As rain to the land as the rolling clouds spawn,
As all through The Wet, rivers run.
And so for a time will the creek pay its dues
To its master the river below,
And late in The Dry will its sustenance lose,
Then wait for Monsoon winds to blow.
Copyright © Dennis N. O’Brien, 2012
Image by Fitzy
Lovely work–elegantly crafted Dennis!
Thanks Audrey – still trying to post comments on your site.
One of your best, Dennis – beautifully written. A masterpiece!
I’m glad you liked it Betty – never sure how these poems about places I’ve been will be received, I’ve written a few others which I’ll post down the track.
I really like this. Excellent imagery. And the photo is amazing. I have never seen a picture that showed such a marked difference in two bodies of water. And your poem definitely captures it.
Glad you liked it Sandra. The picture was taken by “Fitzy”, there is a link to more pictures above.
A beautiful poem about an amazing phenomena as the picture shows.
Thanks bard, yes I used to do a lot of fishing in this part of the world many years ago and remember the first time I saw the headwaters of waterfall creek which had no name to my knowledge back then. A most amazing and beautiful place.
This is one of your better poems, Dennis. I read the whole thing through twice, once outloud, emphasizing the rhythm and rhyme. The imagery is strong, the craft stronger, and the whole effort sings with an Aussie grace that is admirable. Really good work.
It’s a magic place and I luckily have some video of it taken some 35 years ago now. If I ever upgrade my site to display videos I may re post this with some of the video or perhaps put it on youtube with a link. thanks for the comment.
A fine piece of descriptive poetry in streaming rhythm & melodic rhyme, demands a second & third reading to ingest your good writing…
Glad you liked it Lindy Lee