Kilt clan patterns

Mother’s hands twisting string

for homemade video to keep tradition strong

Once made from plants now plastic too

Scratching identity from legs to ankles

Calling out for head-dress and for beads

Bare feet beating dance on earth

Sway and swish

Past, present and future steps

Given by my mother to say

You are grown

By   June Perkins

This poem appeared on the Australian Children’s Poetry Blog