At Moyjil

F Francis Duggan
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A place that is sacred to Australia's first race Moyjil close to Warrnambool is a beautiful place Overlooking where the Hopkins River into the Pacific flow Of places to compare with it of only few of i do know A beautiful place bordered by scrub and dwarf coastal trees Where Warrnambool's first people had their corroborees And fished in the river at the mouth of the sea shore Sadly for their descendants a life not to last forever more Myths and legends of Myjil of the Gundijtmara have travelled far and wide This gem in the crown of south west Victoria's coastal countryside Away from human made noise of the crowded street Where the Hopkins River and the ocean does meet On the sandy beach known as the Blue hole People walk their dogs and enjoy peace of soul In view of Moyjil to the Gundijtmaraa sacred place Their legends live in history as Warrnambool's first race.

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