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Often we camp in very remote places and my mind gets a bit overactive in the dark.

“The sad marsh-fowl and the lonely owl,
Are heard in the fog-wreaths grey,
When the Warrigal wakes, and listens, and takes,
To the woods that shelter the prey…..

In the gully-deeps the blind creek sleeps,
And the silver, showery moon
Glides over the hills, and floats, and fills,
And dreams in the dark lagoon;

The swift rains beat, and the thunders fleet,
On the wings of the fiery gale,
And down in the glen of pool and fen,
The wild gums whistle and wail,
As over the plains, and past the chains,
Of waterholes glimmering deep,
The Warrigal flies from the Shepherd’s cries,
And the clamour of dogs and sheep……

The white man’s track and the haunts of the black,
He shuns, and shudders to see;
For his joy he tastes in lonely wastes,
Where his mates are roaming and free.”
Henry Kendall 1853.

Original Professional Acrylic paint on board.
Comes beautifully framed in black wood and white matt.

Waiting For The Warrigal

Meg Lewer

AUD$1,400
Size: 45w x 60h x 2d cms
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Additional Information

Often we camp in very remote places and my mind gets a bit overactive in the dark.

“The sad marsh-fowl and the lonely owl,
Are heard in the fog-wreaths grey,
When the Warrigal wakes, and listens, and takes,
To the woods that shelter the prey…..

In the gully-deeps the blind creek sleeps,
And the silver, showery moon
Glides over the hills, and floats, and fills,
And dreams in the dark lagoon;

The swift rains beat, and the thunders fleet,
On the wings of the fiery gale,
And down in the glen of pool and fen,
The wild gums whistle and wail,
As over the plains, and past the chains,
Of waterholes glimmering deep,
The Warrigal flies from the Shepherd’s cries,
And the clamour of dogs and sheep……

The white man’s track and the haunts of the black,
He shuns, and shudders to see;
For his joy he tastes in lonely wastes,
Where his mates are roaming and free.”
Henry Kendall 1853.

Original Professional Acrylic paint on board.
Comes beautifully framed in black wood and white matt.

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