Denfenella

in memory of Denis Kevans, 1939-2005


When the gangs of politicians are forgotten
and their names covered over with slime
and their tasteful caskets are rotten,
O poet, it will still be your time.

When Labor and Liberal have joined
to defeat the red-green coalition,
your verses will still be recited
by all who believe in your mission.

When the ocean is lapping round Penrith
and horses and buggies are back,
the pilgrimage to Denfenella
will become a well-worn mountain track.

Your heart was as big as your belly,
your mind was as big as the plain,
your dreams were the dreams of the people.
Will one such come this way again?

As I walk with galah and rosella
under deep blue mountain heavens
I like to think Denfenella
was named after you, Denis Kevans.