Student poems
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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 was born on this land
By Bree (Bowral High School)I was born on this land
I will forever love this land
I feel at peace with this land
this land is my safe place -
With the ancestors
By Tory (Chevalier College)Gundungurra
Werrika is laying under the gundu
Laying on ngurra, living on ngurra -
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 -
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 -
gundungurra is the country for me
By Shannon (Chevalier College)My special place is in Bundanoon
behind a preschool in the afternoon
we walk with teachers to a site
we play there until last light -
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 -
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 -
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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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 -
A soothing echo of the land
By Ezekiel (Chevalier College)I see the pale gums swaying in the breeze
Their figures twisted
I smell the rich scent of the earth
I hear the calls of distant cockatoos -
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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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 -
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 -
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 -
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 am Country
By Matilda (Bowral Public School)I am Country
I am the trees
I am Aboriginal
I have Country -
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 -
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 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
