What are you thinking
Old man, Old man?
Has your mind gone back
to the days when you ran.
With the speed of an emu
and the grace of a dove,
across open country and
in the bush that you love?
Are you,stalking a roo
Old one, Old one?
with the art and skill
of a tribal son,
who creeps through the grass
with a spear in each hand,
unaware of th danger
to this your great land.
Daramulan had warned you
Old King Old King,
that a great canoe
with a bird like wing,
would enter the bay
on a far distant shore
a new breed of people
with no respect for your lore.
It's nice to have memories
Old Koori, Old Koori,
so recall them, relive them
your day as a Yuri.
The gift of your dancing,
the tales from your singing,
with joy in your laughter
like Bellbirds when ringing.
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Mary Duroux
