Saturday, April 14, 2018

From Thunder Point

Saltwater and white waves as far as the eyes can see
From the cliffs of Thunder Point overlooking the Pacific sea
A scene that has not changed over centuries of time
That has inspired the artists and the writers of stories and rhyme

To sketch and to write of this wild, rugged yet beautiful place
Where of the progress of humanity there is not any trace
Thousands of centuries ago Warrnambool's first people such a scene did behold
In the place they were born and raised in they grew wise and old

They gazed on the scene that i gaze on today
A link to the past not changed in any way
They hunted and fished and had their corroborees until the foreigners came
And their lives would never again be the same

From the cliffs at Thunder Point time seems to stand still
Overlooking a scene that has not changed for centuries and suppose never will
The rumbling huge white waves to the cliff face does roll
The Pacific today does have a restless soul

I gaze on a scene that has not changed in time
That inspire the artists and writers of story and rhyme
A scene that is thousands of centuries old
That Australia's first people used to behold.



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