Those Bare Hills Of Kilcunda Poem by Francis Duggan

Those bare hills of Kilcunda he sees them every day
But the Countryside he loves is far inland a three hours drive away
From Kilcunda by Wonthaggi and the bare hills by the sea
Such an unsheltered place is not the place to live for a person such as he.

The wooded hills of East Gippsland is where he'd love to stay
In a house by a quiet road in view of tall trees he hopes to grow old and gray
Far from the old bare coastal hills with his devoted wife
Contented in his surroundings and happy in his life.

Those bare hills of Kilcunda where adult trees are rare
Before the white pioneers arrived they looked anything but bare
But the tall trees that grew on them were sacrificed for Agricultural use the raising of cattle and sheep
For Nature's beauty it would seem the price to pay is cheap.

Of living by the bare hills of Kilcunda he's surely had his fill
His thoughts are of East Gippsland by an old growth wooded hill
In windy old Kilcunda perhaps he has lived for too long
And the yearn for mountain woodlands in his restless heart is strong.













Those bare hills of Kilcunda where adult trees are rare
Before the white pioneers arrived they looked anything but bare
But the tall trees that grew on them were sacrificed for Agricultural use the raising of cattle and sheep
For Nature's beauty it would seem the price to pay is cheap.