Homework week ending 26/11

[Neville Briggs]

I took as my prompt, the line, " you don't remember me "


WE DID NOT KNOW HIM


They moved my bones from the rust red soil
From the warm and silent sand,
Put me there in a glass show case
Far away from the wild free land.
But they don’t remember me.

No emus track across my bed
No desert sunsets glow,
I lie alone on a hard bare shelf
Where strangers look; then go.
But they don’t remember me.

My bones are cursed till I lie again
In the ochre painted bark.
A stranger now in a stranger’s place
Till I rest where the bright stars walk.
For they will remember me.

[Maureen K Clifford]

Well done Neville - I love it. There are still Aboriginal remains languishing in museums around the world and the aboriginal people are trying to get them back for interment in their own country, which is as it should be. They certainly remember their clansmen and many believe they will not enter the dreamtime, whilst their bodies are incomplete

[Neville Briggs]

Thanks Maureen, just a small thingo, since I haven't had a go at writing for a while.