creating a mandala 2
Indigenous children doing a collage from nature – June Perkins

I saw a glow worm the other night and it reminded me of this camp.

Ripple Poetry

We came
Sang, shared, sisterhood
Brotherhood, unity, treasure hunts

Things sing
To the heart
Picking a song’s tune

In camp
Everywhere we walk
Glow worms in line

By June Perkins

Rippling on, this poem was written after attending an Indigenous youth empowerment Camp.

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