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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reedy River</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ten miles down Reedy River <br>A pool of water lies, <br>And all the year it mirrors <br>The changes in the skies, <br>And in that pool's broad bosom <br>Is room for all the stars; <br>Its bed of sand has drifted <br>O'er countless rocky bars. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around the lower edges <br>There waves a bed of reeds, <br>Where water rats are hidden <br>And where the wild duck breeds; <br>And grassy slopes rise gently <br>To ridges long and low, <br>Where groves of wattle flourish <br>And native bluebells grow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath the granite ridges <br>The eye may just discern <br>Where Rocky Creek emerges <br>From deep green banks of fern; <br>And standing tall between them, <br>The grassy she-oaks cool <br>The hard, blue-tinted waters <br>Before they reach the pool. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ten miles down Reedy River <br>One Sunday afternoon, <br>I rode with Mary Campbell <br>To that broad, bright lagoon; <br>We left our horses grazing <br>Till shadows climbed the peak, <br>And strolled beneath the she-oaks <br>On the banks of Rocky Creek. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then home along the river <br>That night we rode a race, <br>And the moonlight lent a glory <br>To Mary Campbell's face; <br>And I pleaded for our future <br>All through that moonlight ride, <br>Until our weary horses <br>Drew closer side by side. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ten miles from Ryan's Crossing <br>And five miles below the peak, <br>I built a little homestead <br>On the banks of Rocky Creek; <br>I cleared the land and fenced it <br>And ploughed the rich, red loam, <br>And my first crop was golden <br>When I brought my Mary home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now still down Reedy River <br>The grassy she-oaks sigh, <br>And the water-holes still mirror <br>The pictures in the sky; <br>And over all for ever <br>Go sun and moon and stars, <br>While the golden sand is drifting <br>Across the rocky bars </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But of the hut I builded <br>There are no traces now. <br>And many rains have levelled <br>The furrows of the plough; <br>And my bright days are olden, <br>For the twisted branches wave <br>And the wattle blossoms golden <br>On the hill by Mary's grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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A pool of water lies, 
And all the year it mirrors 
The changes in the skies, 
And in that pool's broad bosom 
Is room for all the stars; 
Its bed of sand has drifted 
O'er countless rocky bars. 

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