The Hill That Was Christened Kolor Poem by Francis Duggan

The hill that was christened Kolor is the Mt Rouse of today
And nothing lasts forever as some are known to say
On the volcanic mountain beneath the rocks and clay
The bones of the first Australians at peace forever lay.

They had lived here for thousands of years before other races came
And they watched as from the volcanic mountain flowed the river of flame
In the form of red hot lava some of which reached the sea
And some scattered far and wide in the paddocks in the form of volcanic rocks as far as the eyes can see.

Geriwerd's first people watched the red hot lava flow
Across the flat scrubby countryside it wound it's way on slow
On towards the distant ocean to rest forever more
As the volcanic rocks we see today on the saltwater shore.

From the hill then known as Kolor that now overlooks Penshurst Town
The locals watched in amazement as the lava along it's face flowed down
On through that flat scrubby countryside towards the ocean miles away
And the old hill christened Kolor is the Mt Rouse of today.