Georges River

The tide comes in

How is it filled with plastic and tin?

Everyone deposits their rubbish out

Great heaven, it gets pushed about.

Every week I go over there

Oh my gosh! Sand is flying in the air

Raging children rolling in the sand

Gossiping adults on the dry land

Every time the parents call out

Someone always screams and shouts

Rippling water lies calm and cool

I would dream

Very much about a calm, peaceful scene

Evergreen trees, flowers, leaves

River. Oh, the Georges River!