Hold the dirt still with my roots
But with one tug. It all falls apart
I am, used for weaving baskets
I am, used for collecting seeds
Those seeds crushed create wheat and that wheat becomes bread
My leaves of the plant soon act like a thread
If you tug me by my heart
The dirt would fall apart
The Gadigal women are lucky to know
a lot about me
and my name is Lomandra.
Reconciliation means …that we can be forgiving and say sorry.
Author: Esme – Year 6