Diving through waves,
at one with the sea,
so happy to feel
so naturally free,
gathering shellfish
from 'round the shore,
dropping them off to
run back for more.

I thought to myself
as I went on my way,
how much they must learn
from their creative play,
being one with the land
on the edge of the sea,
I hope that my child
is as happy and free.

The moonlight guides me
along the puddled path,
as I gaze into the
oceans boundless bath.

I rain cleansed boulder,
a coastal midden,
windswept Banksias,
so much is hidden.

I sense an energy,
I'm taken back in time
to a gathering of people
eating in my mind.

Slowly I walk on,
a presence follows me,
through my feet on the ground,
through my eyes on the sea.

I hear the sound on crashing
waves rolling to the shore,
an uncontrollable craving
to find out mind

He used to be here,
some saw his face,
were held in his arms
as they shared his space.

He was a father, a partner,
a brother, a son.
He did so much of
what needed to be done.

Planting the flag beneath
the White Cliffs of Dover
let the world know
the battle wasn't over.

The land is the Dreaming,
the Dreaming's alive,
from the past to the future
the essence survives.

Breathing salt air
gazing across the sea,
a great man is dead,
but a great spirit is free.

I'm trying hard
to bridge the gap,
gather the data
for a new map.
There's such a need
for education,
understanding may bring
reconciliation.

For knowledge is power
to be cherished with care,
respect must be shown
some things we won't share.
So many energies can
be contained in one space,
it's important to tap into
this sense of place.

Walking together take an outstretched hand,
learn about the culture belonging to this land,
forget what you've read, or heard people say
see with your our eyes what's happening today.