I am a child of the Dreaming.

I am a part of this land.

Like a winding river. 

Telling stories in the sand. 

I stand as the gnarled river 'Redgum" 

during the drought. 

The knots tie my spirit

entwined with the songlines throughout.

My awakening spirit is in Country

that waltz confidently on the plain.

The Mimi spirits happily dance, underneath the 'red dirt', 

telling me to explain.

I awakened here like an opening bud of the 'Wattle' when the earth was new.

There was an inquisitive emu, a funny magpie and a red kangaroo. 

My languages have a richness that reveal new world's of perception.

To comprehend my spirit, please know, 

it needs authentic connection. 

The stories I tell are highly historic. 

Like the 'Lemon Myrtle' tree snug deeply in it's roots, 

this reference is prehistoric.