Woolshed Creek

As the water trickles by I remember the fish you once held

Your scenic green rolling hills remind me of when I once laid there

Your crystal clear water lights up in the golden sun 

Your gentle breeze sways the long whippy grass side to side

The adventures I’ve had are countless 

The thick blackberry bushes I’ve hiked through 

The green paddocks hold many cows that go moo! 

The cold crisp air whacks me in the face

The smell of the sweet country air engulfs your nose 

As the sun sets down the mountain I look back on my memories that are unforgettable.