A poem by Nola Gregory, Western Australia.
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Mother Earth I belong to this land It runs through my veins It’s the earth in my bones It’s the dry dusty plains It’s the whispering wind As she blows through the sand It’s the sparkling salt water That trickles through my hands It’s the feeling I get When I return to my place It’s deep down inside me It’s my Mother Earth space. I belong to this Country I’ve walked in her dust I have weathered her storms I have learned from her past It is respect for my Mother It meanders through my mind It clings to my spirit To my soul it does bind It’s that feeling I get When I walk in this place It’s deep down inside me It’s my Mother Earth space
Thank you, Nola, for sharing your poem!
Homework: Reflect on the poem
- Aboriginal people say that 'the land owns them' and not they own the land. How is this reflected in this poem?
- Find as many words as you can that describe the emotions this poem evokes.
- Write a reply poem that the land tells Nola. (Send it to me and I'll forward it to her!)
- Paint a picture of the place that you see before your inner eye when you read the poem.