Adol(escence)

It’s western Sydney Shakespeare

It’s poetry in the park,

Call it bush poetry, 

Connecting crew to culture,

Native roots grow stronger,

We are writers in the making.

We pay our respects to Elders,

Past, present and emerging

We pay our respects to spirits

All knowing and protecting,

We thank you for helping us

Create language beneath your canopies,

We hope to recreate these words

In your tongue

Some day,

May we reclaim it from our mothers’ tears,

Muscle memory made our tongue

please the masters,

May we become the masters of their language

Be the artists they are after,

We’re just molding melodies out of poetry

Recreate soul in your soliloquies,

We will create masterpieces here,

Out master the masters here,

We pay our respects to the land,

It’s purity in its essence,

May our young words

seem as wise as they can,

It's poetry in adolescence.