Category Archives: ABORIGINAL MATTERS

“If a man has to say trust me it’s a sure sign you cannot. Trust him, that is. Trust is a thing you do without words.”

― Juliet Marillier, Wildwood Dancing

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Bees

From the hollow trees in their native home
them old fellows cut the honeycomb.
On honey and little white grubs they fed,
’cause them young bees was blackfeller’s bread.
That’s why they was so mighty and strong
in their native home in Currarong.
An’ them old fellers’ drink was honey-bul;
honey and water, a coolamon full.
Naked through the bush they went,
an’ never knew what sickness meant,
them native bees could do you no harm,
they’d crawl all over your honey-smeared arm.
But them Eyetalian bees, they’d bung
your eyes right up. When we was young
we used to rob their honey-trees,
Savage! they’d fetch your blood, Them bees
would zoom an’ zing an’ chase a feller
from Bombaderry to Bodalla
Well Old Uncle Ninah, and Billy Bulloo
Old Jacky Mumbulla, King Merriman too,
them fierce old fellers, they’re all gone now.
An’ the wild honey’s still in the gumtree bough.

Roland Robinson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bees-12/

A good fire can accommodate a large circle. Hislop.

Chinese. True gold fears not the fire.

CLARENCE  RIVER MAN

POORLY sits, richly warms.

Spoken when people sit on a low stool by the fire. Kelly.

The poor seat makes the rich warming. Gaelic.

The lowest seat is nearest the fire. Irish.

Lowly sit, richly warm.

http://www.archive.org/details/proverbsproverbi00chevuoft

Al Neuharth The difference between a mountain and a molehill is your perspective.

TERRANORA 008

Mountains inspire awe in any human person who has a soul. They remind us of our frailty, our unimportance, of the briefness of our span upon this earth. They touch the heavens, and sail serenely at an altitude beyond even the imaginings of a mere mortal.

Elizabeth Aston. The Exploits & Adventures of Miss Alethea Darcy, 2005

FOTO – MT WArning from TERRANORA RESORT BILAMBIL

There’s a snake lurking in the grass. Virgil

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EXTRACT FROM 
SINGING THE SNAKE
(A poem of Ayers Rock)
Take time to look, look again -
feel the land through your feet;
the Snake will not harm those
who show the proper respect.
Those who rush in must be strangers.

"It will attack strangers."
http://www.geocities.com/stoneking31/snake.html
FOTO - SNAKE IN WEE GARDEN BILAMBIL COTTAGE 2006

The river swells with the contribution of the small streams. Bateke Proverb

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WE ARE GOING.

They came in to the little town
A semi-naked band subdued and silent
All that remained of their tribe.
They came here to the place of their old bora ground
Where now the many white men hurry about like ants.

Kath Walker aka Oodgerdoo Noonuccal (1920-1993)

http://archives.univ-lyon2.fr/112/3/goethals_08.htm 

FOTO – “MARSHALL’S” CREEK AT “SOUTH GOLDEN BEACH”.

Summertime and the living is easy. Du Bose Heyward (1885-1940)

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THE PAST.

Let no one say the past is dead.
The past is all about us and within.
Haunted by tribal memories, I know
This little now, this accidental present
Is not the all of me, whose long making
Is so much of the past …
a thousand thousand camp fires in the forest
Are in my blood.
Let none tell me the past is wholly gone.
Now is so small a part of time, so small a part
Of all the race years that have moulded me

Oodgeroo Noonuccal

Teach your children to choose the right path, and when they are older, they will remain upon it. Proverbs 22:6

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ABORIGINAL ACTIVISTS GROUP, QUEENSLAND, 1970S

If you have come to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together.