Small boys, locked in a hopeful dream,
throw hapless stones into a stream -
resulting ripples may protect
the dream, until they intersect,
...
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wow this is really good i can picture it all soo well like the flowing of the stream into the river and great medaphor the whole poem is :)
Loved this. Flows like the Murray, Ripples like the Onkaparinga. Carries the reader wistfully along.