In Fancy I Can Hear The Dark Pale Eyed Crow Poem by Francis Duggan

In fancy i can hear the dark pale eyed crow
Cawing on a gum tree near where Wannon waters flow
Through the flat brown paddocks from here far away
It babbles on seawards by night and by day
To be an old waterway not it's only claim to fame
Long before the Wannon was given it's name
Near to the brown banks in the shade of the trees
Australia's first people had their corroborees
The old river that has inspired story and rhyme
Was old very old even in the Dreamtime
It has babbled forever and will forever more
On it's way to saltwater at the Pacific shore
In fancy i can hear the dark pale eyed crow
Cawing on a gum tree near where the brown Wannon flow.