Spike

By Tobey M

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Published 19 September 2014

Dark gray
Like a log
Silent
Light looker
great climber
sharp claws
Mouth full of teeth
Spike.

Project

Poetry Object 2019

Author

Tobey M
Girraween Primary School
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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