Often we celebrate the shape of a poem or the patterns it presents. This poem is all about the sounds of the words, in particular the sounds of a host of towns and suburbs in Australia. These rich and varied places owe their names to our first peoples, our indigenous Australians. The names have meaning attached. Yackandandah for example, means, 'one boulder on top of another at the junction of two creeks.' The town I grew up in, Monbulk, means 'hiding place in the hills.'
