Tower Hill Of The Dreamtime

Poem By Francis Duggan

Gray Kangaroos in Tower Hill in large mobs do abound
The echo of their hopping in the scrub clad ground
Where emu, black wallaby, echidna and koala can be seen every day
To see the native wildlife of Tower Hill people come from places far away

Tower Hill of the Dreamtime sacred home of the Budj Bim
A volcanic valley in a sandstone rim
Where centuries ago red hot rivers of fire
Among the south west's first people awe of their gods did inspire

Where on a still day one can hear the calls of the big dark brown parrots weerloo
The birds known to many as the yellow tailed black cockatoo
In Tower Hill today one can hear the cough of the gray kangaroo
But never the wailing sound of the didgeridoo

In Tower Hill in south west Victoria so much natural beauty for to see
A place with an old oral indigenous history
From Koroit Town only five minutes by car
Where people like to visit from places afar.

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