The Brown Creek From The Mountain Poem by Francis Duggan

Through old scrubby paddocks that often look brown
That borders the outskirts of the country town
The brown creek from the mountain by night and by day
Babbles to the big river to the ocean from it's home far away
An old waterway in time very old
From the scrub clad hills where men once mined for gold
Very old in the age of the dinosaurs and the Dreaming-time
The inspiration of song and of story and rhyme
Through the land of the emu and sulfur crested cockatoo
Where in Seasons long gone Australia's first people hunted kangaroo
Since then many Seasons have come and have gone
But the brown creek from the mountain it keeps on babbling on
To the big river to the ocean shore
It has flowed forever and will forever more.