Oodgeroo Noonuccal

(1920-1993 / Stradbroke Island)

Oodgeroo Noonuccal Poems

1. Ballad Of The Totems 3/27/2017
2. NAMATJIRA 3/27/2017
3. Dreamtime 3/27/2017
4. Son of mine (TO DENIS) 3/27/2017
5. Municipal Gum 11/4/2013
6. Understand Old One 11/4/2013
7. Racism 1/3/2015
8. Where Are We Going 11/4/2013

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  • Carly Pearson (4/18/2018 8:38:00 PM)

    I like the poem called the turtle I think it is fantastic because it relates to aboriginal world views and culture

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Best Poem of Oodgeroo Noonuccal

Where Are We 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.
Notice of the estate agent reads: 'Rubbish May Be Tipped Here'.
Now it half covers the traces of the old bora ring.
'We are as strangers here now, but the white tribe are the strangers.
We belong here, we are of the old ways.
We are the corroboree and the bora ground,
We are the old ceremonies, the laws of the elders.
We are the wonder tales of ...

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