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The mighty Hawksbury River rolls into the bay from the inland

The saline smell of water suggests the marriage between the river and the sea

Frogs croak in the marshes like a choir in glee of the luminous weather in the bay

The indigenous people who have used the river for generations persevered it

For us, the next generation.

Eels use this sacred river for mating and seek refuge here during summer

Port Jackson sharks hide from the day in the bushes of seaweed

Snappers dart around escaping the bull sharks eager to get a meal

Shrimps lounge on the sand waiting till the high tides bring in plankton

If the river could talk it would have lots to talk about.

Today there is lots of action that goes by

Ferries trash thought the waves and entertain the influx of tourists

Fishing boats roam around the bay to get the best catch

Families use the riverside to have joyful picnics and leave an everlasting footprint

If there was one thing that happens everyday on the river it would be change

Nothing stays the same in the mighty Hawksbury River.