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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill

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  1. Date: 2/28/2012 8:44:00 PM
    VERY nice, James. you put a lot of work into this one,it looks like. THis is a good way to express yourself and your heritage.

  1. Date: 2/25/2012 7:43:00 PM
    This is an excellent write James, I enjoyed your poetry tonight, love, vie

  1. Date: 2/25/2012 6:47:00 PM
    Is this one for the Australia contest?..Enjoyed reading it..I just loved that picture that she posted that goes with the contest..Good luck if for the contest..Reads like winning material..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and taking time to comment on my work...Have a great Sunday with rest and relaxation...Sara :)

  1. Date: 2/25/2012 5:00:00 PM
    Thank you for sweet comment on my poem "Me Myself I" James.There are many good writers here on PSoup and I think you`re one of them.Remembering back in time....memories....I like it alot James. - oxox love Anne-Lise