Our land


Bare-chested 
Smeared with ochre,
striped with ash.

He stomped
and twirled
and clapped 
bilmi
With passion
and yearning
Chanting to the Spirit 
of the land.
His land.

Sizzling sand tickled
his worn feet 
coated in crimson clay;
Sacred smoke 
writhed
hovered
in peace. 

Royal
Eucalyptus
echoed 
the long-forgotten
Spirit.

The thirsty
bush 
sang with breeze.
In the distance
azure-misted mountains 
howled
asking 
for attention.

He scooped
a fistful of 
crumbly 
crunchy
Mother Earth
amidst wallaby tracks 
and footprints 
of his ancestors

Reverence
Gratitude 
Pride 
Burst within 
his Indigenous heart.

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