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Who Am I?

By Gene C

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Published 23 August 2024

Quick as a car

Loud as a fly

Small as a seed  

Busy as a bar

Soft as a pillow

Cunning as a person

As smart as a rock

My hive is as echoey as a tunnel

Who am I?

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POEM FOREST

Poem Forest

2024 Submissions

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  • Gene C

    Elsternwick Primary 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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