after evening rain

cliffs sharp-edged on serpent sky

but through dusk the lights at Brambuk

flicker welcome

this is not my country
Jadawadjali elders honoured

then now and to come

quote Calcagus

Djab Wurrung elders honoured

then now and to come

quote Tacitus

but can this desert be redeemed
this is not my country yet

it is not two hundred years

and two thousand years since Rome

but twenty thousand for the Djab Wurrung

the settlers at Glen Isla

swallow burning flood and rainbow

tell of caves in Gariwerd
treasure,

wealth and weapons hidden

Jadawadjali treachery

Chinese men

tracking to Ballarat for gold

ambushed

but they do not tell the deaths

of Djab Wurrung Jadawadjali

this is not my country yet
once on the Black Range slope

I met Bunjil  himself, the eagle

livid, set in stone

and shivered

this will be our country

when doubled the rainbows flow