Out There By The Brown Hills Poem by Francis Duggan

Out there by the brown hills from here far away
In a place that industrialization has passed by in truth one can say
Beneath the weeds and grass under earth and stones
Of some of Australia's first people lay the hidden bones

In the home of the wallaby, echidna and kangaroo
And the white long billed corella and the dark brown weerloo
In a place they did love their undiscovered graves lay
Without monument or memorial stone to honor their existence today

Where they hunted made love and raised their families
And in the warmth of the Summer had their corroborees
Their stories unwritten in book for for to sell
Seems a pity since of their lives they would have had great stories to tell

Of the places they loved and lived in many centuries ago
That today their spirits exist may even be so
By the old brown hills where the weeds and grass grow
In the home of the boobook owl and pale eyed crow

From the smoke and traffic noise of the big industrial town
By the far away hills that do look ever brown
Under the earth and stones from sight hidden away
The bones of Australia's first people do lay.