ListeningHeart No2 2012 - St Mary's College, Broome

upper school
During term 2, Bush Poetry was a unit taught in Upper School English classes. Some of the poems were entered in the
2012 Derby Bush Poetry competition. Enjoy some some of the students‘ poems.
DERBY BUSH POET’S AWARD WINNERS 2012
The Great Margaret River
Taryn Carrington
Year 11
The great Margaret River that constantly flows
Past sandbanks and through gorges and creek beds it goes.
The dry season comes and the wet season follows.
The great Margaret River, there crocodiles wallow.
And with the monsoon that awakes the plum planes,
the river fills like putting blood in its veins.
It mixes with the Fitzroy where, down below:
the clean and the dirty come together and grow
‗til they tug on the bridge, the crossing of old;
and generate flows of water that‘s cold;
to where the great iron poles reach down in the sand
to hold the new bridge which leads to the land;
where the brolgas dance and love to flirt
near the great northern road and tracks made of dirt;
where paddocks of mud are laid to rest
and replaced by pastures described as the best.
The river brings life and the river brings death.
Its power and glory makes one catch their last breath.
Gurumba Dreaming
Lillian Banks
I need to tell you about the Gurumba Community -
a place that supports family unity.
It gives me time it gives me space.
It really is my special place.
I love the peace. I love the sound
of birds and animals all around.
It smells so sweet, it smells so clean.
The blue, blue sky completes the scene.
Pindan sand and animals wild.
The weather there is always mild.
Friends and family come to share
the time and food they have to spare.
The sunset there is a spectacular sight;
In red, orange and pink the eyes delight;
Reflected in the Indian ocean
Is a source of strong emotions.
Aunties, uncles, sisters, brothers
Cousins, parents and all the others;
Fishin‘, crabbin‘, swimmin‘ all day.
Around our place and in the bay.
Gowunji
April Nulgit.
Year 12
As we finally set off to the place we dearly love
Us kids would sit and hang on the roof rack above,
Clinging on tight along the long metal rails,
As the car sways and drifts slowly off the dusty road trails.
While taking in the beauty of this very rugged land.
I think of the stories that were told to us by our old people
And I‘m experiencing it first-hand.
The warm sand banks of this unique land separate the river into
three parts,
Looking around
The sparkling water is deep and almost clear
While I stand and watch small Moorn moot leap into the air
I lean in to have a feel of the inviting green water,
It looks empty, and feels really cold
As I am told
To break the ice.
Swinging from a branch and landing into the icy cold water
My body is numb
I‘m shouting and bursting out with laughter.
11
Going hunting
Patrick Yambo,
Year 11.
I wake up in the morning, the sun exploding the clearing,
I‘m walking through the bush with animals all around,
They‘ve woken from their slumber sill sleepy eyed and slow,
I watch them as they move, a scene so splendid and endearing.
I wake from my sleep feeling dopey and slow,
Deep in my mind I know the work has to be done,
I have hunting to do so I slip on my shoe and get my gun,
I‘m feeling excited, I hope the kangaroos don‘t know.