Mother Earth
I belong to this land
It runs through my veins
It’s the earth in my bones
It’s the dry dusty plains
It’s the whispering wind
As she blows through the sand
It’s the sparkling salt water
That trickles through my hands
It’s the feeling I get
When I return to my place
It’s deep down inside me
It’s my Mother Earth space.
I belong to this Country
I’ve walked in her dust
I have weathered her storms
I have learned from her past
It is respect for my Mother
It meanders through my mind
It clings to my spirit
To my soul it does bind
It’s that feeling I get
When I walk in this place
It’s deep down inside me
It’s my Mother Earth space
Thank you, Nola, for sharing your poem!
Homework:
Reflect on the poem
Aboriginal people say that 'the land owns them' and not they own the land. How is this reflected in this poem?
Find as many words as you can that describe the emotions this poem evokes.
Write a reply poem that the land tells Nola. (Send it to me and I'll forward it to her!)
Paint a picture of the place that you see before your inner eye when you read the poem.
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