The gale blows away layers

of footprints’ imprints on the sand.

But your story and mine will always be there.

The spirit of the Kimberley land witnesses all happenings.

Your passion and dedication as custodians

for the community’s creative spirit will stand

the test of time and overwhelm the look of envy

that contrives to wreak havoc on your deed

to claim power that is utterly devoid of glory,

working under the guise of seamless bureaucratic orderliness.

The light shines on the pure of heart

armoured as a self effacing selfless noble warrior

that will bring a glimmer of light in this heart of darkness

like an oasis found in the dreariness of wasteland,

like an enchanting orchid sprouting

from hidden cracks in the dry expanse of the desert.

Be not afraid to heed the whisper in your soul.

Your life story will be brushed with the colour of valour,

and as you walk the walk, divine grace will be a flickering

candle to enlighten your way in the valley of contested space.