The Pride Of Woodford

Her wavy shoulder length hair is as dark as the wing of a crow
The Pride of Woodford where the dark Merri flow
As with scarcely a ripple it creeps on it's way
Near the end of it's long Journey at Lady Bay
The finest of Woodford close to her physical prime
One of her can say on her side she has time
At the end of her teen years she is only nineteen
The World out there for her to be seen
In Woodford in south west Victoria one who will not stay
She daydreams of big cities from there far away
From near where the dark Merri to the ocean crawls slow
The yearn for adventure in her young mind does grow
With shoulder length wavy dark hair and eyes of light brown
The Pride of Woodford a south west Victoria small Town.

by Francis Duggan

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