MY BONES ARE in the soul of Country, and Country is in my bones. My veins are the creeks that flow to the sea and never quite reach it; walled off by sand, drying up in the sun. They only flow out, break the walls when the sky cries. The sky is all cried out.
In Kaurna Country[i] I found a Peppermint tree[ii]
I plucked a leaf and crushed it,
Held its scent to my nose
The scent called me home
But I have no home but the home in my bones
And the bones of my family scattered down the creek
I see a Hakea, they belong on Country, we have more of them in that place than anywhere else in the world. I see a Banksia, my Country is a theme park for lovers of Banksias. Those trees stride and sneak and flounce... Read more
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