Tower Hill Home To

Poem By Francis Duggan

Tower Hill home to koala, emu, wallaby and gray kangaroo
And the big dark brown parrot known as yellow tailed black cockatoo
Where on cavities on the cliff face long billed corellas their young do raise
In a place with strong links to the Dreamtime of long by gone days
Where on long gone Summer evenings in the shade of the trees
The Gundijtmara people had their corroborees
The bones of the long deceased tribal elders in unmarked do lay
And no sound of a didgeridoo in Tower Hill today
In Tower Hill in the valley with cliffs all around
To the Gundijtmara people it is sacred ground
Flocks of wild duck on the lake there at all times of year
Where the bugling songs of the black swans one often does hear
A valley that has inspired song, story and rhyme
With strong links to the people of the Dreaming time
A valley that has survived the ravages of drought and of fire
In Victoria's south west in the coastal Moyne Shire.

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