The Children
By Elijah W
Published 17 September 2024
As the Children gather round the fire to write poems
a breeze flies by like magical pixie dust guiding us through life.
The leaves sway,
The branches reaching out for luck,
The lonely stumps waiting for kids.
Climbing trees, caring for nature, the trees' roots keeping us stable.
The mud in the gumboots.
Fire giving us warmth.
The leaves swaying in perfect harmony.
The Children sit down, closing their eyes, caring for…
The Biik
The Baany
The Murnmut
And The Wiiny
the Children gather round the fire to write poems.
Written on Boonwurrung Country with language taught by Auntie Karen and permission to use.