Old Tarwin Poem by Francis Duggan

On towards Tarwin Lower by Inverloch Town
Old Tarwin is flowing in waters of brown
Though an old countryside quite old in the Dreamtime
That has often inspired to creativity the makers of story and rhyme
In long gone Summers out of the sun in the shade of the trees
Australia's first people danced their corroborees
Close to the brown bank of where Tarwin does flow
In the home of the gray roo and the pale eyed crow
But South Gippsland first people will dance never more
Where Tarwin flows on to the Pacific shore
To be as old as the country it flows in is it's great claim to fame
And long before the arrival of Australia's second race of people it had another name
Like Nature's Seasons people to life come and go but the river remain
And in fancy by old Tarwin i often walk again.