Lore

It is Lore time.  Or Law time as some will have it.  The time when aboriginal boys become men.  The time for initiation rites.  I was away last year at this time, on leave, then trapped in Halls Creek by the weather.  This year I plan to be trapped here.

There are a lot of new faces in the community, all male.  The women and girls are making themselves scarce.  They are packing up and heading to visit relatives in Halls Creek, or in Warmun or Kununurra, centres where no Lore is practised.  Those remaining stay mostly at home.  There do not seem to be many children about either.

We gardia keep to ourselves and don’t stray near the men’s areas.

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Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

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