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EATING IN MY MIND
Come on, old people
walk with me,
tell me what you know
about the sea.
The moonlight guides me
along the puddled path,
as I gaze into the
oceans boundless bath.
A rain cleansed boulder,
a coastal midden,
windswept Banksias,
so much is hidden.
I sense an energy,
I’m taken back in time
to a gathering of people
eating in my mind.
Slowly I walk on,
a presence follows me,
through my feet on the ground,
through my eyes on the sea.
I hear the sound on crashing
waves rolling to the shore,
an uncontrollable craving
to find out mind.
Kathleen Morgan
Published:
- The Koori Mail, 30/7/97 p.7
SCATTERED REMAINS
Close your eyes,
let your thoughts drift by,
as I tell you what I know
about the Worimi.
In a time before
red cedar trade,
before cattle grazed,
or roads were made.
Semi-nomadic family
groups, nurras, clans,
lived in the forests,
walked on the sands.
Rarely staying too
long in one place,
seasonally moving
within tribal space.
Living the dreaming,
in harmony with the land,
understanding the balance
of rainforests and wetlands.
Using bark canoes,
boomerangs and grasstree spears,
with knowledge which went
back thousands of years.
I walk through shell
embedded in soil,
looking at a scarred tree
I consider it all.
So much has been lost,
still scattered remains
remind us of a time
before development came.
Kathleen Morgan
Published:
-The Koori Mail, 5.4.2000 p9
A SENSE OF PLACE
Walking together
sharing this land,
helping other people
to understand
the life and culture
of traditional times,
I research information,
turn it into rhymes.
I’m trying hard
to bridge the gap,
gather the data
for a new map.
There’s such a need
for education,
understanding may
bring reconciliation.
For knowledge is power
to be cherished with care,
respect must be shown,
some things we won’t share.
So many energies can
be contained in one space,
it’s important to tap into
this sense of place.
Walking together take
an outstretched hand,
learn about the culture
belonging to this land,
forget what you’ve read,
or heard people say,
see with your our eyes
what’s happening today.
Kathleen Morgan
Published:
-The Koori Mail, 11.7.2001 p.15
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