Ngurra

My country’s
Red dirt
Runs through my blood,
Familiarity and belonging
Lives in my heart,

Memories like pictures,
Hold stories
Given from the
Beginning of time...

I feel connected to
Everything Here…

This ngayulu ngurra...

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Stars

The evening is filled
With a softing glow
Anticipating
The magnificent night show
As the sky makes room for the stars,

Millions scattered
From one horizon
To the other,

They tell stories
That come alive
Next to campfires

Stories kept alive
Since time began
Reminding us
Where we are from
And which lands we stand on