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"Derwent River"
The Derwent River
Calm and cold
Nice fresh water
Young and old
Little waves
Gently fold.
- - - by C.W. |
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"Battery Point Rocks"River Derwent's edge
Stumbling over rocks
Slippery from the approaching wet
Coming closer and retreating
Each time allowing the untouched blackness
To glisten.
Stumbling over rocks
Feeling the refreshing cool
Of the flowing water
As it skims the edge.
Stumbling over rocks
That litter the shore.
A challenging trail
To overcome
The obstacle made rewarding
By the steady drops of wetness
Falling from the sky.
- - - by L.B. |
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"Arthur River"south of Marrawah
The bus ride had seemed so long, but now I knew that it was worth it. Arthur River, the river that is so ddep in some areas that the depth can't be measured. The canoes glide across the mirrored surface and the shadows of the fish are visible near the rver banks.
- - - by L.A. |
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"Coal River"Richmond Bridge is the oldest bridge in AUstralia.
Timeless sandstone blocks arise from the mysterious depths like humble Roman pillars, connecting the two shores. Oh what that bridge must have seen.
Ducks skim the surface their ripples interwoven like reminders of their presence despite the fact that they are hidden amongst bulrushes so thick that to the naked eye they seem impenetrable.
The muddy banks squelching between children’s toes whilst tired parents rest in the shade of gazeboes or seek refuge amongst the swaying, flowing willows.
From raging torrent to trickling stream this river has seen triumph and defeat and supported them alike.
Such is the life of a river.
- - - by J.M. |
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"River"near Ellendale
About Two and a half hours from our house near Ellendale is a river. If you follow a track for about five hundred metres you get to sandstone lined pools. The water is freezing but worth the rush. They are deep and clear but you can see the bottom. My Dad cannot touch the bottom unless he jumps under and holds his breath. You get a headache from being in there to long. It has slates of rocks around it the sort of place where you could have a picnic.
You could swim there for hours if it wasn’t so cold the water comes from Mt Field. From the snow. My sister swam there at the beginning of winter. I paddled but it was freezing. She came out blue and black, knees shaking. I love that river.
- - - by F.E. |
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"Huon River" – Huonville
Huon River is located about 40kms south of Hobart. This is a lovely, flowing river. The Huon flows through Huonville, Franklin and Geeveston.
Smell the crisp, clean Huon air; go for a jet boat ride to the rocky rapids or take a leisurely paddle boat ride under the bridge or down to the Franklin apple shed. Then back up to the jetty and have a spot of fishing or even some fish and chips for lunch. Great times come about with a day at the Huon River.
- - - by M.G. |
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"Russell River"Lonnervale
We set out at dawn
There’s still dew on the lawn
A long drive in front of us
Not long and we start to cuss.
The windows are down, dog's head out the door
Driving through the bush. Oh, such a bore!
Road signs pass us by with a great deal of speed
This day will be remembered, family trips indeed.
At last we arrive on this clear sunny morn.
Finally we are here, no limbs have been torn.
The water is beckoning, calling my name,
The sun is so scorching - boy, am I game?
The family unload and the barbie is lit.
Us kids all jump in while Mum and Dad sit.
Half an hour later Mum calls, “Snags are ready!”
We all rush out; Dad calls “Whoa - Steady!”
We devour our snags and jump in once more
We leave late afternoon, everyone’s red and sore
Sunburnt but happy we pack up the car
Already thinking tomorrows not far!
- - - by C.W. |
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"King River"Strahan
The King River is in Strahan about 300km North West of HObart. The river is a historical place to go and see how ships are used to take supplies in to this part-remote town and then wood out especially Huon pine.
A helicopter will take you for a ride above the King River. Take a bus ride up to Tepookana along the river edge (on the way see a wooden pipe which still runs water in and out of the town) now you can ride the Abt Railway up the side of the King River, which is now suffering from heavy pollution, so shallow you can walk across it in 50m spots. Take a brain washing ride on a jet boat going at about 75kms an hour. You will have the time of your life in the jet boat and gain some educational facts as well as have fun at the same time. Take my advice and go for a holiday to Strahan and go for a ride down the King River.
- - - by M.G. |
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"Derwent River"check author
I can see the river from where I live I sometimes see people on boats. I also sometimes see all the cruse ships. Me and my dad sometimes get the binoculars and look at the boats.
- - - by A.C. |
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"Derwent River"seen from New Norfolk
The Derwent River is a calm, cool river surrounded by small pools edged with long thick reeds. Rowers cut the water with their oars as if it were butter. The sun reflects of the water making it glisten like a pool of shining diamonds. Children laughing, splashing in the shallow parts of the river, skipping flat pebbles across the surface of the water. It is the nicest river in New Norfolk.
- - - by K.B. |
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"Derwent River"Derwent Valley
On the bus I pass the Derwent River as I travel from New Norfolk down through Dromedary to New Town. The river sometimes stinks because of the high tide in the afternoon; sometimes it’s up high and floods people’s backyards and sometimes in summer it looks like it’s going to dry up!
On hot days in summer in New Norfolk we go down to the Derwent River and swing off the tyre swing and jump in or feed the ducks or go and walk along the path to Tywald Park and paddle our feet in the little river that leads to the Derwent River. Sometimes we go and sit on the jetty and watch the people on the Devil Jet and people on the water skis.
- - - by A.E. |
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"Derwent River"near Old Beach
The Derwent River is what I’m talking about. At my old house in Old Beach I lived at the water side. There would sometimes have dolphins swimming. My brother would go to the jetty and fish and he would come home with some fish for tea. The Derwent River had flathead and also some gummy sharks.
There were lots of crabs crawling around on the rocks. My mum and I would go and feed the ducks with bread.
- - - by D.T. |
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"Derwent River"Eastern shore
It was a fine summer's day when my Dad, sister, cousin and I went on our jet ski onto the busy, blue and clear Derwent River. First off Dad loaded the Jet Ski in at the Rosny Boat Ramp. After it was in, we all hopped on and drove off out of the bay and over to the Regatta Grounds where there was a speedboat show on that was roaring with noises and as the boats soared over the water we watched excitedly. As the races were ending we started to head off when my sister spotted a little wooden boat with a man in it and seeing as you don’t see boats that small we all looked over at the boat when the jet ski tipped slightly and we all fell off. The water was cold and as we were all shivering we were laughing at the same time. Dad then hauled the Jet Ski back and we all hopped on dripping wet. After we were on, Dad then made the suggestion of going back home and we all agreed. The day was fun out on the action-filled, yet peaceful, Derwent River.
- - - by J.M. |
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"Derwent River"as I pass over Bridgewater Bridge
The hot sun reflects off the water.
The lovely blue water moves slightly in the wind.
I imagine the nice calm feel of the water and the lovely sound of the birds flying around.
- - - by K.G. |
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"Creeks of Lenah Valley"a suburb of Hobart
I really appreciate the time I spent swimming and exploring the creeks of Lenah Valley, as it’s one of my best childhood memories. Summer comes around every year, and it always makes me think of the time I spent there. The sun was always shining, it was always hot, but there would always be the huge dangling willow trees that would provide shade when the heat got too much.
- - - by K.G. |
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"Derwent River"at Hobart - near Tasman Bridge
The Derwent River is one of the deepest “canals” in the world. Ships used to come and find refuge here during the wars. It is hard to imagine what is down there sometimes. Maybe sunken boats. There was a time when part of the bridge broke and cars fell down with it. I wonder if there are still cars on the bottom? I would love to be able to go down and find out. Maybe someday I will!
It is really hard to appreciate the Derwent River. There are too many other ‘main attractions’ to look at, like the Casino or the bridge for example. Who’d want to look at the water when there is a big flashy building to look at!
But sometimes I just wonder what it would be like down there. As a child I have always wanted to know. Hopefully, when I’m older I will be able to go down and see for my self.
- - - by M.L. |
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"Ringarooma River"north-east Tasmania
Awakening to a misty morning, droplets hang from leaves of old gum trees and fall upon my face. The fresh string of the icy cold air is cloudy as I breath in and out like a cigarette.
My hands are cold and numb and my tired eyes are weary adapting to the rising sun.
I pour some water into the billy and light up the portable gas stove and heat my daily cuppa. A low fog lingers in the valley like a sausage in a hot dog bun and rays of sunlight pierce through like a lazer beam slicing through a sheet of Chinese silk.
Sitting on my fold out chair I slurp my cuppa whilst dunking an Arnotts malt milk biscuit into my drink, enjoying the soggy texture on my taste buds. The magpies sing a magical song with words I don’t understand but I understand but enjoy all the same.
A cool breeze sweeps through the valley of Ringarooma and the fent flaps dance. I grab my towel and travel to the flowing Ringarooma River that whispers secrets as it explorers socks and using my bush walking skills walk upstream to gain privacy from the ferns and silver eucalypts. I undress and brush the surface of the fresh river water with one toe and the icy coldness eates through my bare skin. Saving myself slow torture I leap into the river and push off from the slimy stones covering the floor of the gentle body of water.
I burst through the water and gasp as the icy sensation of the water stings my naked skin yet tingles as it takes my breath away. My brain feels frozen. I bathe in the fresh water and feel the soft pull of the current against my trembling body. I lay on my back for a few moments in my own world obliviant to my surroundings and gaze at the sky, that was now clear, blue and free.
The cool creeps back and I am now conscious to the fact and take a generous mouthful of water before departing. The water tastes pure and fresh, free from contamination, innocent and untouched. As I leave the river my legs have lost feeling and goose bumps cover my whole body in protest to the cold. My feet grip onto the stones and pebbles, balancing at the same time as some are unsteady.
The shelter of my cosy towel drys me and I return to the protection of my clothes. Walking back to my camp the whispering of the fresh water continues and keeps me happy for the rest of the day.of my clothes. Walking back to my camp the whispering of the fresh water continues and keeps me happy for the rest of the day.
- - - by J.M. |
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"Meander River"Meander Valley
Meander River runs through Deloraine. This is special because my friend lives there, it’s a place that I go to and sit and think.
- - - by S.C. |
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"Gordon River"west coast
The Gordon River in Strahan, with its many pine trees and nature walk, is absolutely lovely. It has a wonderful history and the ruins on Sarah Island are creepy. Boats cruise along and the food onboard is very fresh.
- - - by S.H. |
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"Huon River"Huon Valley
I used to enjoy the way that the cold fresh water rushed past my body, as I pierced the surface. The way that suddenly I lost all feeling and plummeted beneath the rippled depth. As I kick and begin to swim towards the surface, I can see he radiant sun reflected against the water, and the end of the wooden jetty. My head pierces through and once again I feel normal, against the radiant heat that finds its way through the limbs of the surrounding trees. I can see the reflection of my face against the water, as well as the scattered autumn leaves surrounding me. This day would soon be over. I hope that one day I can share this experience of the Huon River with my children, and that it still is as fresh as it is today.
- - - by M.R. |
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"Hartz River"Huon Valley
The Hartz River divides from the Huon River at the Tahune Forest Air Walk, located about 95kms south of Hobart. “Sorry” but you can’t you can’t have a ride along the Hartz River but you can look at the spot where the river divides from the Huon River and beyond that for about a kilometre. Take a day trip down to the air walk to see the Huon River, Franklin, Geeveston and where the two rivers divide how they know which river goes in which direction I will never know. But I will say for the entry price it is well worth it for the money as the views are absolutely magnificent and for you old people you can get a buggy ride up to where the stairs end and when the flat begins walk along the short walk out on to the suspended edge to see a breath taking site then a two minute walk back to the start of the walk to go back along again or on the buggy for the tired old ones or the young ones who where enthusiastic on the walk back to the tea rooms for an old fashioned cuppa or a salad roll a god day for young and old.
- - - by M.G. |
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