The Hawkesbury River
By Ehan A
The river was really clean
And the hills were bright green
The grass was green and sharp
And the rocks were rough and dark
The beams from the lonely sun was divine
It went on the bright river and it shined
The trees are the most attractive things I know
It just stays there, all that it does is grow
The wombats digged their holes
And on the land the birds stroll