Dear elder valley

Dear elder valley, wise elder valley, may I go into your mists, your deep blue mists.

May I wander down your cliffs, your high sheer cliffs. You’re the place of giant shady gums, a place where pools be in your caves, your dark dusty caves.

May I swim in your rippling rapids, where silver trout does be. May I be in your undergrowth where there be wombat holes. Up on your sheer ridges there is a giant nest of the eagle, which is the mighty test.