I have been trying to learn Wiradjuri. As part of that, I decided I would try writing a poem - of sorts. The text is below - I've been trying to speak it with appropriate story telling flair, but I'll spare you that.
Dharran guganha
Creek creeps
Nguranbalbang ngunhadarguwur
Deep beneath
Ganginmarra galinginbanga
The lying desert
Dabuyarra muran
The Gift of Life
Gunuga mayilgan
Hiding inside death
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