Silent footprints

Words by Chloe Sinclair and Darren Sinclair

Ancient land, journey across the shore
Signature in the sand, of a world that’s no more

Graceful beauty, lithe limbs in motion
A stilted movie, can’t capture emotions

Olympic sprinters, couldn’t keep up with you
Summers and winters, when you ran you flew

Whose feet is holy ways have trod
Barkindji, Hattah, Kulknye

Ochre desert, swallowed your waters
Time converts, revealed by your daughters

Silent footprints, if you could speak with us today
What would you think?
What would you say?