At Cargelligo Wetlands

At Cargelligo Wetlands

I walk along this beautiful lake

To find my natural animal state.

It’s like walking through a beautiful gate.


For the spirits that frequent there, care.

About its equilibrium.

I don’t want to quibble with ‘em.

They set the standard we won’t leave them stranded. Won’t dare.

Although the world all around is in confusion.

The beauty of this place is not an illusion.

This profusion

Of natural things .

The bird that sings.

The fishing rings.

The middens of muscle.

The waders that hustle.

The reeds that rustle.

I love to partake in the lake.

And it’s ecology for my psychology.

To float on its waters and feel the wind prevail on a sail.

This Stress.

Becomes distress.

If I don’t address.

The reason.

In every season.

for my being depressed.

And if I know anything about faces.

So are all the rest, coming to recuperate by it’s waters.

Hold hands with those who care. Those who really cared are gone.
Long long ago Bark Boats plied, but the paddlers died.
Their descendants vilified.
Were offered and olive branch but they didn’t like olives.
Were denied sovereignty and offered a sovereign.
The currency was foreign.
The foreigners were abhorrent.
Swept them away in a turbulent torrent.
Song lines severed.
Drifted down stream.
Beyond dreamtime dream. Scrambling to the banks and rambling and clinging to mother earth. They knew what it was worth. They know what it is worth

Acknowledge their sovereignty with more than a sovereign.

Remove the boundaries mental and material.
Remove the procrastination on Truth and Reconciliation
Will we ever be a united nation?
We can’t go on disregarding the occupation.
Eddie Vagg



I acknowledge Craig Cromlins photography of the boys in the boat