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Through heaven on earth walk the spirits that are free A long suffering dream that still waits for me The ghastly cold cobblestones catch the punishing wet rain I am slipping and struggling as I fight the storm's pain. Wind whips my face as I hide from its sting My head aching from sadness, my ears feel its ring My soft fading voice begging through the closed doors No one sees or hears me my body slumps more The sound of death's melody plays in my tired mind All hope is lost now my tear stained eyes so blind They laugh and gloat as they splurge on their feast I stare through fog covered windows a desperate spying beast I question the lord as to why they belong Why am I punished I did not do wrong The unfairness of life can never be solved Why do good people lose when evil is absolved Hope is a memory as I fall to my knees The end of my breaths as it slows to a wheeze One last glance up to the blackest of skies A life is now finished spare me your cries. The black sky breaks apart and through shines a ray My body is lighter and I stand and I sway A voice not of earth I’ve never before heard Calls me to follow and I wait on every word A colourful rainbow tickles my feet It pushes me forward and I cannot retreat I am no longer walking and my body feels free I turn and I look and then I see me Not wet or cold just laying on white bed A cloud for a pillow resting my head I face the sky's brightness as I let it take me For once in my life my spirit feels free In the soft white cloud I can see faces appear I cry as I recognise my family is near They cuddle and comfort me and I lose all my fear She appears now before me in a soft summer glow My nanna, my mother my eternal rainbow. She nods over my shoulder and I turn in a daze My heart skips a beat and I stare in a gaze Just as I remembered him all of his ways My best mate and Farf, I look up and I pray Four words he says to me I have ached all through my days. ‘Meet your son Tully’ is all that he says. The love and the tears that melt in our embrace Let's go home now son, take me to our place.
David is a Gamilaraay man from Coonabarabran in northern NSW. Thank you for sending your poetry David!