Tyreek's Poem

garun garung, bulga, yirran
the daramu are bulbuwul 
like my older bangu
the guara daramu cast
bulu on the bulga wayagad
the badu provides for the galu
like munda for her gurung 
 
 
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pretty, hilly, many
the trees are strong
like my older sister
the tall trees cast
their shadow on the hill 
the water provides for the land
like mother for her child