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[aid] => mick
[title] => Uluru....by Steve Ralph ( and me).
[time] => 2002-08-20 12:20:16
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[bodytext] => Now days we call it 'Uluru', in past, known as ' Ayers Rock, like the navel of the continent, stands that monolithic block. This *’Great Pebble’ in the red dust, the Aboriginals protect, it’s the mother of their people, ‘She’ they will Not neglect. They’ve known it for forty thousand years, or even more than that, ‘that Uluru is sacred’ , this, they know, IS FACT. In *'The Center's' skies, ( apart from flies), are birds of many kind, the *Boobook Owl, the swallows, and the falcon you will find. *Spiniflex pigeons settle in the spiky grass and coo, and snakes of all descriptions can be found at Uluru. The *emu bush grows thickly, the *desert fuchsias too, as *Anangu tend their mother, the awesome Uluru. The sky out there is one so rare no place on Earth compares, for the middle of Australia is where The Great Rock glares. It seems to change its colour, as the moon shines on its face, at dusk and dawn it seems to glow, an incandescent trace, from red and orange, grey and black, we gaze at it in awe, for many million years it’s stood upon the desert floor. Tourists set up tripods with their flash lights eagerly, with film in cameras ready , to snap the view to be. Some honeymooners huddle on the bonnet of their car, and they all wait patiently to see just why they trekked so far. The sunrise eyes of crimson spies her ruby gem each day, as she blinks from sleep to take a peek at where her treasure lay. Like that one last coal left in sight glows * 'The Rocks' bright ember light. And the kangaroos and *cockatoos fill the center's skies, as *dingo’s prowl , and their small pups howl, every dusk and 'round sunrise. Upon the rock, *Budgies flock, and *geckos hide in caves, and the*Thorny devil is sure to revel tourists with anxious raves. Big* king browns slither 'round anxious *wallaby, whilst shrimp eggs cling to the dry rocks skin just willing rain to be. But rain is rare so the heat they bear, (just as the frog eggs do), they are arid strong , for they belong to the ancient Uluru. It takes three hours ‘*walkabout’, ‘round the big red rock, but those less stout will add about an hour to that clock. It would be neat if we could meet one eve or dawn out there, and with our partners toast a glass toward the sunrise glare. With *'The Southern Cross' just fading, we'd wait to see the view, then behold a part of Australia's heart, the awesome…. 'Uluru'. *Ayers Rock=name given by whites for Uluru. Anangu=the Aboriginal people who care for Uluru. *Great Pebble=The endearing name given to Uluru by the Aboriginal people.*The center=name for area at center of Australia which contains Uluru* 'The rock'=nick name given by whites for Uluru.*Walkabout=the expression used by Aboriginals to wander new locations in search of 'food' (usually for food).*'The Southern cross'=is the collection of stars in a cross position over Australia. Australian native animals: *Wallaby-(relative of kangaroo),*Thorny devil- native lizard, *king brown =large native snake,*geckos= native lizard,*budgies-native birds, *dingo=introduced dog probably brought to Australia thousands of years ago. *Boobook owl-native bird,*Cockatoos=native bird,*Spinifex pidgeon=native bird, *Desert fuscha=native plant,*Emu bush=native plant. Footnote: This poem was wriitten by Steve Ralph and myself we have tried to do this poem with the feelings of the Aboriginal people being our prime concern.The Rock,'Uluru',is a sensitive subject to cover ,we tried to incorporate all aspects of it in this poem.Steve invited me to pick the subject(poor guy, as I did pick the hardest subject possible), and he was just such an easy person to work with.....(a total gem)....thank you Steve. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 549 [topic] => 27 [informant] => Kay-P-M-Devenish [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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