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The Palm Tree of Animals

By Finn B

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Published 15 August 2023

I went to the beach

and I saw an animal on a coconut (palm) tree.

It was a baby bird

and the tree was happy.

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POEM FOREST

Poem Forest

2023 Submissions

Author

  • Finn B

    Zig Zag Public School
    Year 2
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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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