The Old Powlett River Poem by Francis Duggan

From the hills above Kilcunda in it's babbling tongue of brown
The old Powlett river it winds it's way down
Through the flat coastal scrub land to the Pacific shore
Where it has flowed forever and will flow forever more
The river that has inspired song, story and rhyme
That was very old even in the Dreamtime
In long gone Summer days by the river in the shade of the trees
South Gippsland's first people The Bunurong danced their corroborees
But no corroboree dancing by Powlett river today
Time always brings with it changes it does seem this way
On towards the Pacific where the coastal scrub grow
The old Powlett river to the Pacific does flow
The waterway that has inspired song, story and rhyme
That was very old even in the Dreamtime.