I have been there in the wetlands where the waterlilies grow,
In the dazing heat of midday when the sky is richest blue.
I have floated with the pelicans past the paperbarks aglow
With the golden-red reflection of the mellow afternoon.

I have drifted by the banks where the egrets sit in trees,
Where crocodiles lie immobile in the sun.
I have seen the pretty wallabies turn to look at me,
And felt the shades of people who used to call this home.