Poems
Calling Me Home
Calling Me Home by Lyndon Lane, Goodooga, NSW
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I can feel the souls of my ancestors calling me back home To all the familiar places and tracks I once did roam I can see my Grandmother's house at the end of Adams Street, Where all the Aunties, Uncles and Cousins I did meet To the banks of the Bokhara River running under the Richmond Bridge You can hear the waters flow to the sound of an Elder's didge I can smell the boogalies cooking in a camp oven at my Aunty's place I can see the sun arising on the wrinkles of my Pop's face I can recall how my uncle taught me how to ride In a paddock near their place with Robbo by my side But I know I must stay here to get a good education For I want to go back home after my graduation To see the many family, friends and familiar faces I have known I can feel the souls of my ancestors calling me back home They're calling me back, my ancestors in Mother Earth I want to go back home, to the country of my birth. [1]