Francis Duggan

Where The Bunurong Lived - Poem by Francis Duggan

The Bunurong tribe danced their Corroborees
Where the waters of Powlett flowed down to the sea
From those old old South Gippsland hills that are as old as time
Whose wild beauty inspired the old bards to rhyme.

I do feel a stranger in this ancient place
That once was home to an Indigenous race
The Bunurong long gone but their spirits remain
And their ghosts often re-visit their old home places again.

The Bunurong long gone and the Seasons come and go
To the old Coastal Lands where Powlett waters flow
Through high Paddocks and flat paddocks and by many a tree
On it's never ending journey to the Pacific sea

Where the Bunurong lived long before the white people came
And gave to the local river it's present day name
Of Powlett that will journey forever more
Downhill and through flat paddocks towards the ocean shore.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2008

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