Akodiya Dam

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  Sanjay Gurjar

  The breezes waved the silver grass, Waist-high along the siding, And to the creek we ne'er could pass Three boys on bare-back riding; Beneath the sheoaks in the bend The waterhole was brimming - Do you remember yet, old friend, The times we 'went in swimming'? The days we 'played the wag' from school - Joys shared - and paid for singly - The air was hot, the water cool - And naked boys are kingly! With mud for soap the sun to dry - A well planned lie to stay us, And dust well rubbed on neck and face Lest cleanliness betray us. And you'll remember farmer Kutz - Though scarcely for his bounty - He leased a forty-acre block, And thought he owned the county; A farmer of the old world school, That grew men hard and grim in, He drew his water from the pool That we preferred to swim in.

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