The people come down from the hills
In the evening. We greet them.
Woodsmoke follows the valley,
It is the quiet time of the year.
We walk with them a short way
For we shall not see them again.
They will pass over the ocean
Hoping for nothing, receiving the sky
And we shall continue in the valley
From spring to autumn, planting
And reaping, and in the blue winter night
Dreaming of the gentle people who departed.
Source: The ABC Book of Australian Poetry: a treasury for young people compiled by Libby Hathorn (ABC Books 2010)