Canal is too fine a word, but I guess this is an off shoot of the Hobart rivulet that runs off through Sandy Bay. The week after I first moved to Hobart, this baby was rushing high enough to be classified as "flooded". That doesn't happen much. Go on, have another poem! Last night I met Jesus no time ago walking the wall (inside) mine eyes fell down [ the glory! ] Christ stood still and watched my every move stood right there (only closer) nothing but a smile and a wink