The Waradgery tribe

Dame Mary Gilmore

Australian socialist and poet
Harried we were, and spent,
broken and falling,
ere as the cranes we went,
crying and calling.

Summer shall see the bird
backward returning;
never shall there be heard
those who went yearning.

Emptied of us the land;
ghostly our going;
fallen like spears the hand
dropped in the throwing.

We are the lost who went,
like the crane, crying;
hunted, lonely and spent
broken and dying.

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I'm a retired journalist who still has stories to tell. This seems to be a good place to tell them.

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