The Australian Aborigine

I saw a lot of Aborigines while traveling Australia, some walking, some fishing, some working on the land. All at one with the land and what they were doing

With not a blink of an eye
Or the move of hands
Alone there he stands
With no physical motion
Proudly standing
An outline shadowed
Against the red evening sky

As the wind turns bitterly cold
With the sun going down
Alone there he stands
Watching over this land
This ancient land
Firmly holding a spear in one hand
In the other he hold a shield close to his heart

Alone there he stands
Listening, to all the sounds of the night
Alone there he stands
The sounds of a dingo, or a bird in flight
Alone there he stands
Listening the sounds of the ocean pounding against the shore
Alone there he stands no-more
Suddenly and silently he has moved

Gently he has moved as swiftly as a kangaroo
As silently and swiftly as a bird
Passing creatures silently that move along the ground
With never a sound, forward he will move
As silently and swiftly as a bird

The moon is riding high
Not making a sound, or uttering a whimper
As moonlight turns into day, there will not be a sign
That he passed this way

As the sun rises in the morning
As the horizon meets the desert
No stone or twig across this ancient land
Shows no sign that he was there
He knows this land like no-one else
The Australian Aborigine

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

I like this thought filled tribute to those who are in tune with nature.

[B.J]

Thank you for your review I appreciate any comments. A tribute to our Indigenous people

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

You are welcome.

[B.J]

Thank you for your time I appreciate it