Student poems
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That’s who we are
By Marley (Bowral High School)This is my home, it’s perfect for me
it has rivers, creeks and paths
with big old shady trees
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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 -
I see trees
By Amelia (Mittagong Public School)I see trees, birds, clouds
plants, animals, kangaroos
rivers, fields
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The water of Country is the water I'll be
By Eva (Chevalier College)My body floats on the top of the water
I feel the water slowing
flat under my body
I feel a connection to wagria - the water lands -
Being Aboriginal makes me feel proud
By Kobi (Bowral High School)Being Aboriginal makes me feel proud
it makes me want to learn more
it makes me want to ride my bike, so I can see the land
I like to ngurunggula (to walk) into the bush land -
I belong (Gundungurra is my home)
By Ava (Mittagong Public School)Gundungurra is my home with family
everyday we see buru (kangaroo) in the sunset
we laugh with the gungunyal (kookaburra) in the trees
watching us -
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 -
Keep running
By Noah (Mittagong Public School)I love playing soccer on my ngurra (Country)
I see the beautiful ngurra (Country) when I am outside
I feel the hot bunyal (sun) on my skin
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I ngununggula on ngurra
By Felicity (Mittagong Public School)I see ducklings, kookaburra,
trees and cows
I smell eucalyptus trees
I hear kookaburra call -
I see leaves falling faintly on the ground
By Shayla (Mittagong Public School)I see leaves falling faintly on the ground
I smell the paint while people are painting their stories
I hear kookaburras singing above in the trees
I feel the wind twirling up my nose -
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 -
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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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) -
I see beautiful nature growing
By Olivia (Mittagong Public School)I see beautiful nature growing
into trees, bushes and cockatoo
I smell fairy blossoms and eucalyptus
in the fresh air -
I belong (spirit within me)
By Kayden (Bowral High School)I belong
born and raised on gundungurra land
connecting with Elders and having a yarn
the spirit within me -
I see, I smell, I hear, I feel
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 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 -
Where I want to be
By Evie (Chevalier College)The trees are my ancestors
Whispering wisdom through the breeze
That watch me and my sisters playing
And protect us endlessly -
The park of love
By Evie .S (Chevalier College)I wake, eyes slowly opening to the slivers of light
streaming from the window
we get dressed and go for a yana (walk) together
down the road, along the bike track -
Makes me feel connected
By Allira (Bowral High School)I see budjan (birds) flying over
I smell eucalyptus leaves falling
I hear the wildlife chirping and calling
I feel the land on my feet
