Listen to the Old Ones
J C Munro

Listen to the stones that stand and whisper ancient secrets hidden
The old ones here could read the land and share its gifts so freely given

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Listen to the mighty ocean, huge and fragile, dark and slow
The old ones felt its mystic motion, moved as one with ebb and flow

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Listen to the endless bushland, ages now its kept the balance
Here the old ones took and gave, an ancient dreaming frail alliance

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The old ones live within us mute and in the stories of the past
Seek the elder tap the root the way ahead lies in the past