Songs From Blowie River #2

Here's Ray's next effort circa 1982:

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Down in Wattle Gully
Playing his didgeridoo,
Alone and fondly dreaming
Sat Kobb the kangaroo.

Withered was the wattle,
Ghostly was the gum,
The kookaburra silent
And the grasshopper dumb.

Heading for the mallee,
Travelling west to die,
The sun shed his blood across
The aboriginal sky.

Lightning left the rifle,
The kookaburra screamed.
The didgeridoo was silent
And Kobb no longer dreamed.

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