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Swan River
Perth Western Australia
The grass is green and healthy
Just been freshly cut,
But then the lawn stops suddenly
And the drop of the earth is abrupt.
The angle of this is steep
And the view down there is immense,
But man being the destroyer that he is
Has spoilt this by building a fence.
But it’s there at the bottom
That you see something ever so rare,
It is one of nature’s beauties
That you can’t help but stop and stare.
It’s the slow and twisting movement
The dark colour and rippling pace,
It’s our beautiful Swan River
Getting lost in this man made place.
The banks are still spotted with trees
That man has not yet ruined,
The wildlife has become unimportant
Because they are not human.
But you may still see a splash of a fish
Or a duck on the river that flows,
You may even hear a chirp of a bird
But for how long nobody knows.