I don't know how I got my first love when I was ten
But I know where we met; it was at this gentle, happy tree- filled river
There was a temperate fresh breeze from the hills and the seas
Bright birds preening and chattering
Our eyes sparkling love light to each other
We had a bundle of deep kid's fun together
Throwing handful of water at each other
Holding out noses as we dived down for five minutes under the water
Running up from the river to the dry land like waves
Yorbong! Sounded the body of the...