We worked at Bowen years
Ago picking tomatoes.
We lived in a tent on the property
And it ran right next to the
Don river
The boss stopped work one
Day and led us down to the
River bed which was dry at
The time.
I had no idea what was going
On he was just saying
Wait a minute
Wait a minute.
In a short while there was a trickle
Of water running down the dried
River bed towards us
In this trickle of water was loads
Of eel and mullet heading towards
The ocean.
We could scoop them out of
The water and toss them on the
Sand.
We gathered heaps of fish and
Ate them that night .
Within half an hour that dry
Riverbed had turned into a raging
Torrent of water the width of two fooball fields
Amazing memory
