On one side of the road
Where traffic growls
A damaged angel drops marble flowers
On my elders William and Catherine
Together now in their cracked concrete bed
William cut stone and felled timber
From Ngarrindjeri land
To supply a city expanding by the sea
And grew rich and solid too
On the other side of that road
The Ngarrindjeri tell stories and laugh
Pulling all their strands in tight
I’m straddling the road
Trying to keep a foot in both camps
I think the Nungas Club is winning
(c) John Bartlett