Balcombe Creek

Walked along Balcombe Creek tonight to clear my head and as I was walking along the boardwalk I could hear splashing and the sounds of voices. And it was a couple of boys swimming in the creek, like old Huck Finn days, their bikes leant against the paperbark and swimming and throwing mud at each other, the first kids I’ve ever seen swimming that far up the creek.

The daylight moon that Les Murray wrote about floated over the water too, and I walked back in dusk through the graveyard where my grandfather is buried, and had an idea for a poem.

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