On Mt Eccles Poem by Francis Duggan

The pleasant fluting of the gray shrike thrush to it has a familiar ring
And the mating calls of the koalas can be heard in Mt Eccles in Spring
In the wilds of these volcanic mountains in the Dreamtime in the shade of the trees
The first Human Beings of Australia hunted and had their corroborees
From the bosom of fiery Mt Eccles the red hot lava once did flow,
The proof of a volcanic eruption in the volcanic stones in the countryside below
For miles around old silent Mt Eccles the home of wallaby and roo
The koala and crimson rosella and sulphur crested cockatoo,
Mt Eccles a very old mountain how old would anyone know
The first Australians an ancient race of people they hunted here centuries ago
Surrounded by wooded cliffs in Mt Eccles the green waters of old Lake Surprise
Those cliffs that echo to the cawings of the ravens and the cockatoos and corellas wild cries
Since the hot lava flowed from Mt Eccles many Seasons have come and have gone
But the ancient hill outlives the Seasons and the years of time keep ticking on.