analysing a poem – my poem – 07/03/08

My poemWenona Gardner~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My Dream for the Future by Wenona Gardner (Mohican/Oneida) (C) 2002 . I dream a world where the love between a man & a woman is sacred and beautiful that it is healing & soothing. . Where in my world a man’s touches are warm and gentle. Children grow up with loving [...]

poem were we are going – individual assesment task – 7/3/08

Were we are going   
   We Are Going                        They came in to the little townA semi-naked band subdued and silentAll that remained of their tribe.They came here to the place of their old bora groundWhere now the many white men hurry about like ants.Notice of the estate agent reads: ‘Rubbish May Be Tipped Here’.Now [...]

Preamble Cover Page – GRP4_SS_9.3/9.4

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The Australian Government Tender System
tenders@finance.gov.au

(22.02.08)                                                                                      
To whom it may concern,
We Group 4, Social Studies Class 9.3 of Parramatta Marist High have read the ‘Tender for Amendment of the Preamble to the Constitution to include Indigenous Australians’.  We want to convey our deep concern towards how the rights and freedoms of Indigenous Australians have been affected historically the deliberate actions made by previous Australian [...]

SUPPLEMENTARY MATERIAL – SS_GRP4_9.3/9.4

Prime Minister Kevin Rudd formally apologized on behalf of the Australian Commonwealth to the Indigenous People of Australia, mainly towards the ones known as the Stolen Generation.  The Stolen Generation refers to the indigenous children stolen away from their families to be taken to internment camps, orphanages and some other institutions to be rehabilitated for [...]

poem analysis – 5/3/08 – Social Studies

Understand Old One
What if you came back now
To our new world, the city roaring
There on the old peaceful camping place
Of your red fires along the quiet water,
How you would wonder
At towering stone gunyas high in air
Immense, incredible;
Planes in the sky over, swarms of cars
Like things frantic in flight.