Those old sandhills must have been here forever in other words for an eternity <br />They stand like silent sentinels in the sunset by where Powlett waters crawl to join the sea <br />And in the distance the rumbling of the surf waves I love this place far more than words can say <br />If there's a heaven am I bold to mention that from heaven's gate here is not far away. <br /> <br />Were I a poet I'd write of Powlett river a peaceful place close to Wonthaggi Town <br />In late November on a bright Spring evening at eight thirty just as the sun goes down <br />A lone fisher man on the river bank his line has cast and he patiently waits for a fish to bite <br />No doubt he too like me loves Powlett river alone with Nature and the peace and quiet <br /> <br />The first people who lived here hunters and fishers and their bond to the coastal lands was strong <br />They had lived here for centuries and centuries the people who were known as Bunurong <br />'Tis said a few of their descendants live at Phillip Island just a shadow of the race that used to be <br />If you wish to know the true history of Gippsland you have to learn about their history. <br /> <br />On the Nature strip by the caravan park the rabbits nibbling <br />on a perfect ending to a perfect day <br />And if by chance there is a place called heaven then heaven's gate from here not far away, <br />A pale sunset some say a change of weather tomorrow we may get some needed rain <br />And every time I visit Powlett river it's just like meeting an old friend again.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/powlett-river/
