Harried we were, and spent, <br />broken and falling, <br />ere as the cranes we went, <br />crying and calling. <br /> <br />Summer shall see the bird <br />backward returning; <br />never shall there be heard <br />those, who went yearning. <br /> <br />Emptied of us the land; <br />ghostly our going; <br />fallen like spears the hand <br />dropped in the throwing. <br /> <br />We are the lost who went, <br />like the cranes, crying; <br />hunted, lonely and spent <br />broken and dying.<br /><br />Dame Mary Gilmore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-waradgery-tribe/
