You've been travelling forever for how long god only know?
Long before black man first saw you sixty thousand years ago
And from tribe of 'Yarra Yarra' came your indigenous name
And your name of Yarra river ever with you will remain.
If you could talk Yarra river you'd go down the centuries
Long before the white man's coming when this Land was full of trees
And you'd tell about the white man how he cut the tall gums down
And he sacrificed the forest for to build a concrete town
And you could go back much further way back down the centuries long
On your banks the black tribes gathered for to party and sing song
You have known so many changes as the centuries come and go
But through droughts and long hot summers you have never ceased to flow.
From To The Yarra River by Francis Duggan
Best Viewed Large On Black - Yarra River, Melbourne, Australia [?]
These are the journeys of a thoughtful mind with an eye for beauty, through the landscapes of New Zealand, Australia, the United States, the United Kingdom, Europe and the world with trusty camera in hand.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Reflections of the Yarra River
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