Floatin’ Down the ‘Bidgee

We ran up the river,

Through bush

Swam across meanders,

For endless kilometres.

Summer smells of eucalyptus and dust.

We float down the ‘Bidgee

Cause we can.

Sittin’ on an old, rotting tree,

Young, silly, and free.

Swimmin’ at the mud flats,

Smokin’ rollies.

Driftin’ with the current,

Driftin’ with life.

Craig 17/02/2026

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