This One is Julie's

A soft wind blew from the river dark,
across the camp, up there to King's Park.
Campfires burned with flames a-flicker,
protesters mellowed to the guitar picker.
Haunting sounds of didgeridoo 
muffled the noise from another yahoo.
Faces mirrored the fire's glow,
minds walked back to eons ago...

Moonlight dances on fertile water,
Life
giving force to each son and daughter.
Pure juices flow
cool springs bubble, 
a gift, a Legacy
from H     the Waugal. 
Up there
somewhere,
Boy becomes Man,
Pride and Dignity,
Tribal Clan.
Night is still,
Content
at Peace, 
All do honour
Earth Mother's lease.

Reality strikes all too clear,
cultural death, the aim, the fear.
Together we sit and stay as one,
this government filth will be undone.
Enough we've had of poison brew,
step forward, go on, with vision and view.
To the People's voice they must now hark
return us this place,
sacred,
park.
Author Unknown