ListeningHeart No2 2012 - St Mary's College, Broome

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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.
ush poetry Fishing at Crab Creek Thaila Bernard Year 12 Driving along the bumpy road, he morning dawn was all aglow, My spirits lifted at Crab Creek, Parking next to the Blackberry Tree. Dad’s Toyota My Grandfather casts the net, Collecting the bait, we are all set, To go! Rain or shine We throw our line And the fish we caught From our secret spot. It‘s time to leave Crab Creek And come back next week! Dreaming Forward Alice Rae Shadforth Year 11 I am a person of a modern dreamtime My people were victims of a racist crime My family were from the stolen generation A great shame in the history of our nation My people helped build the Beagle Bay mission With hard labour like in prison. Equality comes from recognition And gives a future to my traditions. The whitefella does not understand The connection I have with my land. Bardi and Goondiandi too. My totem is the kangaroo. From Pender Bay You‘ll hear us say Many things that we are wishin‘ But now all I wanna do is to go fishin‘. Raphael Sampi Year 12 One day we used my dad‘s Toyota to go out bush, Then we broke down and I told the boys to give me a little push, I heard the crow say my name, And the boys laughed and it brought me shame. The engine broke; the car wouldn‘t start it began to smoke, Diesel filled the air we started to choke, I told the boys to move away from the car And one went walkabout out too far, We needed to find him it was getting dark, I turned aside I saw a spark. It was a man, with red head band, we thought he was a stranger, And then he said he was a ranger, and we told him, Do you have any brim to eat, because we don‘t have any meat. Suddenly I see some information, we are close to cattle station. Visitors Claudia Howard Year 11 Tourism season on the Dampier Coast From Broome they head north. They enjoy beaches the most. They come in their cars and they set up their tents And they party all night which the locals resent. Not for the smoking, or for the drinking, but for littering the beaches, without event thinking. Their behaviour is bad and their noise is loud, especially at Easter when there is a big crowd But peace soon returns when the tourists go and the water regains its beautiful glow. The black cockatoos return to the trees and the heat and mosquitoes are replaced by the breeze. The quiet is so beautiful when the sun is descending and Middle Lagoons charm then seems never ending. Derby’s best Geraldine Gore, Year 12 Derby is known as a site for a prison. It is a town that is in transition. I know it best for its dry season breeze and as the home of the boab trees. It‘s famous worldwide for its monster tides and for the mangroves where crocodiles glide. People round Derby are aware of the crocs and the world‘s largest trough which waters the stock who march down the jetty by the truck load after travelling from stations along the Gibb River Road. There‘s plenty happening in Derby but locals will say That the sunsets are best at the end of the day. 12
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