The Pinancles Poem by Paul Warren
The Pinancles
40000 years of aborigine dreaming
As a hot sun beat down in daytime beaming
A sacred place where women foraged and gave birth
It was a place for water in a life balancing girth
The local Nyoongar people lived their Dreamtime
In nature's circle forever intwined
As you walk the pathways with the whistling wind
Feel the Rainbow Serpent turning time without end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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