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My Dog

By Georgia B

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Published 22 September 2019


Sock eater
Food stealer
Treat admirer
Face licking
Bone hider
Barking madness
Never listens

Adorable pooch
Pampered pooch
Brown with white streaks
My best friend
Always there for me
2 years old
As fast as Simba
Beloved tail-wagger
Like an angel from above
My love


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Poetry Object 2019

Author

  • Georgia B

    Sacré Cœur
    Year 5
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Ngurambang yali – Country speaks
~ Jeanine Leane

It’s been too long since I sat on granite in my
Country and thought

Too many years since I breathed this air—
Bunyi-ng—ganha
Felt this dirt—Ngamanhi Dhaagun
Smelt this dust—Budha—nhi Bunan

Listened for the sounds of her words that say
‘Balandha—dhuraay Bumal-ayi-nya Wumbay
abuny (yaboing)’—History does not have the
first claim. Nor the last word.
Nghindhi yarra dhalanbul ngiyanhi gin gu 
‘You can speak us now!’

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