Student poems
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I feel connected
By Harmonee (Bowral High School)I feel connected
when I am stomping on ngurra (Country)
I feel connected to mother
I feel the burringilling (ancestors)with me -
To belong is to be connected
By Finley (Chevalier College)I see the fresh eucalyptus trees
with koalas sleeping endlessly
I smell the fresh air of gundungurra Country
I hear the chirping of the cockatoos -
Yabbies are coming
When the wattle grows
yabbies are coming
and its a good time for fishing
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The burrie mindjigarri is beautiful
By Leroy (Year 3, Bowral Public School)Gundungurra
At burrie I see djirra
you can see the djirra early -
With the ancestors
By Tory (Chevalier College)Gundungurra
Werrika is laying under the gundu
Laying on ngurra, living on ngurra -
No matter the mob, we all tied
By Kayden (Bowral High School)Me and my brother we both gundungurra boys
and we both love footy, we’ve always loved footy
even better we both can connect with our culture and represent our ngurra (Country)
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I feel Country
By Linc (Mittagong Public School)I feel country when I come here
I have lived here for 6 years
I love my dog and my home
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Open Seas
By Payten (Chevalier College)Open seas: kids arguing at each other
People yarraba (walking) around
The clear salty water touching my skin
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I'm from Dharawal ngurra
By Evie (Chevalier College)I see the gugara resting on the powerline
With the breeze softly ruffling his feathers
I feel the wattle brush my shoulder
As I stroll through my ngurra -
I ngununggula on ngurra
By Felicity (Mittagong Public School)I see ducklings, kookaburra,
trees and cows
I smell eucalyptus trees
I hear kookaburra call -
History will be here
By Payten (Chevalier College)It’s about your skin colour
It’s about your history
History will be here
Told the story again it’s what you believe in -
I feel calm
By Ariella (Mittagong Public School)I see cherry blossoms when we drive in the car
I hear the kookaburras as I go for a bush walk
I smell the sea when I am at the beach
I feel calm
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I see so many black rocks
By Carter (Bowral Public School)I see so many black rocks
I smell gum leaves, so many gum leaves
I hear birds of all types
I feel the large trees
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I am on gundungurra
By Jannali (Bowral Public School)I see plants, flowers and dark green grass
I smell fresh cut grass and smoke
I hear birds and the water swaying
I feel the hot ground burning my feet -
Gundungurra ngurra is like a nest
By Jessie (Bowral High School)Gundungurra ngurra is like a nest
a home in the darrambang (gum trees)
With the protective gurragang (magpie) swooping below
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I have lived here
By Natalia (Bowral Public School)Last year I went swimming
in a dam and river
I feel connected to ngurra (Country)
when I see family and people we love -
We all belong to ngurra (Country)
By Ezekiel (Chevalier College)We all belong to ngurra (Country)
the singing of the budjan (birds)
the beating of bunyal (sun)
the patter of the karrat (rain) -
Part of this land
By Kayden (Bowral High School)I see the little droplets of water as they fall
off the plants lying across the street
I smell the fresh air and the water
as it flows down the road -
I belong to Country
By Hannah (Chevalier College)I belong to the towering darrambang (gum trees)
sheltering me wherever I go
I belong to the vast, deep, mysterious sky -
Being Aboriginal
By Caleb (Bowral High School)Being Aboriginal means to me being with my nan
being with my mob is the best
dancing with my mob and hearing the singing
being proud and brave is what Aboriginal is
