Bundalong

The waves were whacking the smooth black-green water. 

The river was stretching out its long legs.

The old dark peeling tree looked older than the first dinosaur.

Deep down below the top of the water's surface, 

Where the fish went faster than rockets in space. 

Up high above the skyscraping trees, 

Where the bluebirds were chirping while the wind whistled through the air. 

The snakes hid in their small tiny hiding holes. 

The river glided through the current.

The rocks at the bottom of the river were as sharp as shark's teeth.  

The wind that touched your face felt like an ice bath.

The moon started to wake up as it flew to the sky.

As we got warm and cosy near the hot blazing fire. 

While the snags were cooking on the barbie and roasted spuds.  

Our day of water skiing had come to an end.

Our trip home has begun.