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Friday, August 19, 2016

By The Wannon

Long before it was known as Wannon by name
And centuries before the first British explorers came
To the Geriwerd Ranges two centuries ago
On what year or what date i cannot say so
On warm Summer evenings the tribes of the Geriwerd had their corroborees
By the banks of the river in the shade of the trees
In the home to the emu and wallaby and roo
They danced to the music of the didgeridoo
But the passing of time does bring change and it does seem sad to say
No corroborees by the Wannon today
People come and go and the past in the forever gone
But the old waterway through the brown lands flow on
To the shores of the Pacific many kilometers away
Where the ghosts of the tribes of the Geriwerd are living today.
Francis Duggan
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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