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A drop in the ocean

March 12, 2019

I’m a droplet, from above, I fall out of the sky.

My death is unknown, I fear not how to die.

 

Well below storm clouds of the East Kimberley,

Lies a lake of great stature, into it I fall free.

 

We are Brothers in arms, as we swim to the shore,

A Dam wall is calling, it must need me much more.

 

An Army of droplets, now a Garrison of flood,

life of the Ord River, in its veins we are blood.

 

Farewell to Lake Argyle, an adventure we seek,

On a mission from the clouds and a promise to keep.

 

For we are the life source that brings life to the plains,

to end this Dry season, with an army of flooding rains.

 

The Spillway is rugged, as we slide through rocks,

this ride so rapid past Barra and freshwater Crocs.

 

Soon we meander past stately cliffs and lone Boab trees,

We are joined by the coalition of waterfalls which please.

 

I struggle back to surface, to soak up the sun’s rays

In time to witness lightning and its incredible displays.

 

I see black children playing, with my brothers oh so free,

but the Ord soon draws us back, away from fun we must flee.

 

A Monster appears with its tail spinning around,

Such a terrible mess and such a horrible sound.

 

For thousands of years we have travelled this land

sadly white man continues to jeopardise our plan.

 

A Dam has us trapped, diverting all streams,

Lost and feeling helpless, a united River screams.

 

An escape plan solidifies, as we hear of a crack,

Diversion Dam wall opens, it’s time for our attack.

 

Finally escaped, we gush far away from this prison,

Back on track to the lower Ord, we resume a mission.

 

Some brothers are captured and sent down the trenches,

Sadly we watch on in horror, as they sink in those stenches.

 

But our journey must continue, and the Duncan joins too,

Unstoppable force we are now, with one thing left to do.

 

From Kununurra to Wyndham we aim to be free,

Finally we reach home, and our family in the sea.

 

 

 

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