Treasure Island

James Martin Devaney

(31 May 1890 - 14 August 1976 / Sandhurst, Victoria)

Dirrawan the Song-Maker


Dirrawan went into the bush to spear waat,
but he forgot about waat the red wallaby.
he thought about dirridirri the small bird and deereeree the wagtail
he thought about wonning the lightning and tumberumba the thunder.

He did not spear anything at all.

Dirrawan went to the Long Brown Water to catch makora.
he thought about balleballea the silence of the night,
he thought about ballanda the long time ago.

He did not catch any fish, he brought back a new song to the gunyahs.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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