What's My Name?

Poem By Kyle Schlicher

A valley that's locked in a volcanic rim
Tower Hill is the old home of the Budj Bim
As the first Australians of the Southern Land
Their culture far more respect ought to command

Home to koala, emu, wallaby and roo
Echidna, long bill corella and black cockatoo
And once home to Australia's first people a very old Race
Tower Hill near Koroit is a mysterious place

Scare enough of grass in Tower Hill for to sustain a hare
The rabbits and wallabies and emus and roos have cropped the grass bare
Where there is over-grazing weeds seem to thrive
Long droughts and dry Seasons such plants do survive

In the dark shallow waters of Tower Hill Lake
The harsh quack of the duck the soft piping of the drake
Where many species of waterfowl in large numbers abound
Wildlife to be seen in Tower Hill all year round

The black and white magpie with the silver bill
Upon a black wattle piping in Tower Hill
In a valley that is locked in a volcanic rim
The spiritual home of the old Budj Bim.

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