A Wet Day In Tower Hill Poem by Francis Duggan

On the valley of Tower Hill three kilometers from Koroit Town
The rain from the gray sky is drizzling down
With the first of the calendar Winter less than two weeks away
The weather quite wet and windy for late Autumn and May
The spiritual home of Gundigitmarra Tower Hill's first race
To their descendants it remains a sacred place
Where their ancestors hunted and had their corroborees
On warm Summer evenings in the shade of the trees
In Tower Hill everything has not changed which is a good thing
In the drizzling rain the magpies do sing
Centuries ago the Moyne Shire's first people often did hear
The warbling songs of the birds who do sing every day of the year
On a wet and windy evening for late Autumn and May
Even for the time of year quite an unpleasant day.