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CBC and SLASA Australian Curriculum Literature Evening

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CBC and SLASA Australian Curriculum Literature Evening on PhotoPeach

Stolen Generation Poems

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Year 7 Art Work on PhotoPeach

Aboriginal mother

One day a group of white fellas

Came and stole my kids

My husband tried to steal them back

But my husband was shot and flopped to the ground

They took my kids away

I want them back

 I want them back

When will they come back?

White fella

We came and took their children

The governors thought it was a good idea

Personally I don’t like my job

Of taking their kids 

I’ll give them back

I’ll give them back

I want to give them back


I fought the fathers

I cuffed them

This was a quick job

I grabbed their kids

And threw them in the car

Aboriginal child

I want mum

Bring her here

Please bring her here to me

I need love

Not hatred and orders

                        By Troydn

When they come

Aboriginal Boy

Come when the sun shines bright

Come with others like me.

Dad come running… no use

They had sticks of metal

Into metal cage…

Nothing could be done

Along red dusty land

Screams of pain one stop after another


They come when the sun shines bright

Nothing could be done

My husband tried to stop em

But they beat him to his bones

The metal cage run in a puff of dust

Down the hill leaving nothing but despair…


Door went bang at rise of sun

I pushed to stop ‘em… baton to arm

Held to ground




Nothing done

Nothing could have been done


We came at the first sign of dawn

We came bashing through the door like a raging bull

Nothing can stop us.

We knew what we did is wrong

We carried them out like sheep for slaughter

Told ‘em to quit their wailing

Suffer in their eyes

Mothers pouring their eyes out

Fathers beaten

At least we get paid

                        By Mitch


Stolen Generation


I’m really scared

These white people took me

They took me from my mother

These people with white skin ditched me in a room

I am all alone

The room is dark

It only has one small window that faces away from the sun

They said that they would look after me

They said that they would teach me to read, write, and pray

It doesn’t look like that’s going to happen

Aboriginal mother

I’m terrified

These white skinned people just walked into my house

They stole my two children

They grabbed them and ran out my door

I asked “What are you doing with my children?”

They answered “We are going to give them a better home”

I screamed “They are fine living here give them back to me now”

They just looked at me and then ran far away saying we will teach them how to really live

Police man

I’m feeling really bad

I have to take these aboriginal children away from their families

They seemed to be so happy

But now they are screaming in my arms for their mothers

They are telling me to stop and to give them back to their family

But I just can’t.

I have to do this.

I’m doing it so that I can live in this great country

I’m doing it because I get paid and I really need the money

Adopted mother

I have just been given this small aboriginal girl

I think that she is only about 5 years old

I feel so sorry for her

I can just imagine how horrifying it would be to be taken away from her family

She is so young as well

It’s now up to me to look after her

She is so scared and shy

She won’t even talk to me because she is so scared

She must feel so scared because she doesn’t know what to do

She is just standing in the corner looking like she is about to cry again.

                                                By Kayla


The Aboriginal Mother

My son, gone. Taken away from me. My life is shattered. My home is empty. What am I going to do? I’m lost. I don’t sleep; I lie awake looking at my son’s things. Why has this happened to me? I’ve done nothing wrong!

Aboriginal child

“Mum, Dad help me, get them off me! Please help Mum!” I remembered screaming that the night those life ruining people took me. I hate my life! Why, why would this happen to me? This is not fair! Mum, Dad come back, please!


The children belong with us! They don’t belong with those black people! Those people are not part of our land. They NEVER will be. Look at us, we provide good food, good housing, good schooling and a good culture. They would never provide that!!

White child

Who are these people? Why are they black? Their noses are fat. They don’t fit in! Why are they in our land? They need to go!! There are a joke and a disappointment to our land.



Stolen, Stolen, our children been stolen

Aboriginal Child                                                                                                                                                

 Hide, Hide I have to hide                                                                                                                                                     

 They come to steal us away                            

Silent, Silent I must be silent                                                                                                                       

 They might hear and then what next?


Aboriginal Mother

Hope, Hope hold onto hope                                                                                                                                

That the English never find                                                                                                                                  

Yearn, Yearn I cry, bleed, yearn                                                                                                                             

  As my children are taken, taken away


 Take, Take those children we take                                                                                                                          

  To give them a better life                                                                                                                                   

  Search, Search how long we search                                                                                                                                              

To find those little black Children

White Parents

 Guard, Guard black children we guard                                                                                                                

They have a better future                                                                                                                                  

Help, Help I know this is help                                                                                                                                                          

Get rid of those black, let’s bring in the white

By Bek

Stolen Generation

Mum: Dinner time I scream, the kids run in

We sit down with some food

When some white guys storm in and ask for my kids

I’m screaming “No!” I’m scared, worried, I will not let my children go

White guys: We will give them what you can’t

Better food, better home, better lifestyle

We will take them now

Dad: Running mad, worried, nervous

I spot some white guys taking my kids

My hands are up ready to fight

I yell as loud as I can ‘if you want my kids, you’ll have to fight me first.’

Mum: Crying, sad and in front of my eyes

They took us from our family

I’m in tears, Hopping they’ll be ok

My children are gone, My husband dead, I am miserable.

By Jack


Birth Mother
It was horrible
They took my children
I felt
They snatched them away
Never to be found again
Birth Father
I tried to stop them

They shot me
There was nothing I could do
They left
Police man
I took away the children
It wasn’t easy
Little did I know I was doing something wrong
Government official

I thought our plan was right
I wondered if we were doing the right thing
Were we doing the right thing

                        By Suraj


Stolen Generation Poem

Aboriginal Mother:

Family and I had happy life.

Til they came.

Grabbed my baby boy.

Ripped out of my arms.

He was crying… so was I.

I punched the police but failed.

One pointed fire stick at face.

Last thing heard was bang.

Stolen Baby:

I play with mummy, me happy.

Big blue man grab me.

He slap me and I cry.

Mum try save me.

Blue man pointed iron stick at mummy.

I hear bang.

I see red paint.

I see mum.

I cry.

Dark skinned child:

I eat when see blue man.

Blue man grab friend.

Blue man make lots red paint.

Blue man ran.


I grabbed a kid to give a home.

He started crying so I slap’im.

His mother attacked me.

So I grabbed me rifle.

I shot her in the head.

I didn’t want to.

I was sad.

I wanted to leave so I ran.

I wanted to save this child.

But I killed his mother.

I will never forgive me self.

                        By Vasili

 Stolen generation poem

Stolen children
Seeing the white people take my friends
The pain of being seized
Why did these people take my friends?
Why are these people taking Me?
We never hurt we never threatened
Many hurt all frightened
White parents
Im helping my country
Im making a home
For those who are hurt tell them their children are safe
We will make them safe
We will make them… white
We teach them our ways
We teach our god
We ban their religion
We ban their culture
I want more white
And lot less black
Black parents
They came over here
They took away our pride
They took our dignity
They stole our love
why do they take?
When they see us mourn

                        By Davis

 Aboriginal Mother

Not my child
Give him back
They shot me down
Aboriginal child
Help me
I’m dragged away
Why is this happening
They shoot mummy
Single minded
Black kids are all sick
Put them into families
Help them now
This is
Police man
Let’s take this one
Only for the money
Crazy mum assaulted us
                              By Harry


Stolen Generation Poem

They ripped my heart out                                                                                        

They tore it into a million pieces                                                                                       

They took my child                                                                                                         

Never to been seen again                                                                                                            


Aboriginal child                                                                                                                           

I am screaming                                                                                                   


Trying to get away                                                                                                                 

Kicking, squirming                                                                                                              

Until my energy is gone                                                                                                                              

 My parents, gone forever                                                                                                  


White parents                                                                                                                      

Trying my best                                                                                                                    

Trying to make them happy                                                                                                 

I hear sobbing in the night                                                                                                     

This can’t be right                                                                                                                                         



They’re where they’re supposed to be                                                                                       

In safety                                                                                                                                

Doing what’s right                                                                                                                  

This is going exceedingly well                                                                                                                                                  


                        By Hannah



Mother of stolen child

They say their saving the children

But from what

NOTHING that’s what

They say their helping our children

But oh no their helping themselves to our children OUR children

Trying to eradicate us make us white

Help no not in a million years

Stolen child

Taken away with my younger brothers

We were put in a home

They put us on TV

But they never filmed me only my constantly smiling brothers

They try to conceal the truth of what happened

But I will reveal the truth

They will know who the true savages are I swear

Police man

We’re told to take the children away

They say it will help the children

But the parent’s and children’s screaming make me think otherwise

The crying too

I asked to general the general if we could be diplomatic

But he says the savages won’t communicate

But what can I do to persuade an entire civilization

I need help but from where… where?


They call us black

They take our children

We hide them

They threaten for their location

Some are thinking of giving in

But not me no not me never

My life is a mess

My soul is crush

My body is bound

I want freedom for my sons freedom is my freedom

His pain is my pain

Free me and I will praise you



Taken Away                  

Aboriginal parent:

My kids gone

Life over

Love gone people take what’s not theirs.

People stealing what mine.

Helping is another word for its better, tears enough for a glass of water.

Cry like a sea. Monsters…Monsters they are.

Doing what’s right? Thick in the brain is what they are.

Aboriginal Child:  

Mother, Father and brother help me

People ran in took me away

Put me with white fellas

Life is hard

I was different when white people took me

It’s like a prison

Can’t wait till TOMARA

Police man:

He told us to

Not our fault

It’s his entire fault

We thought we were doing the right thing

They say we should pay

Maybe we should

I could give them back

But I want my job

Adoptive mother:

We are doing the right thing right

It’s good for our country

Still making up my mind is this good or not

They will have a great life right?

They will have what they need yes?


Book Week Approaches!

May 27, 2014 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

No. It’s not until next term, but Sue Stephenson has just added a whole host of information and ideas for Book Week. This year’s theme is Connect to Reading. Not only does she include ideas for teachers and schools – there are ideas for parents too. Follow the link to read her suggestions at http://www.thebookchook.com/2014/05/activities-for-childrens-book-week-2014.html

After a Visit to Warriparinga…

May 21, 2014 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

Year 2 Art on PhotoPeach

This art was created by some students in their Library lesson with me, following their visit to the Warriparinga Wetlands and Living Kaurna Cultural Centre.

Australian History

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Old or New? What Was My Use? on PhotoPeach

National History Month: Clothing

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Clothing through the ages on PhotoPeach

History Month Display

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History Month on PhotoPeach

Reading Aloud

April 27, 2014 by · No Comments · Uncategorized


Thanks to Barbara Braxton for her article about the importance of reading aloud.

Five Good Reasons to Take Your Kids to the Library Today

April 27, 2014 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

This article is a fabulous promotion for libraries!





Changing Displays

April 8, 2014 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

Easter 2