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By Chloe B

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Published 20 September 2016

Small trees growing
Roses blooming
Birds chirping
Wind blowing from tree to tree
Greatness of the land
I belong here

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Poetry Object 2019

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  • Chloe B

    Snowy Mountains Christian School
    Year 6
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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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