by FRED DUNCAN
Thunder reverberates beneath the overhang –
Escarpment country, beyond the coastal plains;
A band of people shelter, where Mimis danced and sang,
Long they’ve gone, but their spirit still remains;
Ochre traces on the sandstone tell how the world began –
A serpent broke through barren earth, creating chains
Of waterholes and mountains, and mighty rivers sprang,
And life came to the ruptured land, and was nurtured by the rains.