Uluru

• Georgia McDonald, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2009

Bold and red,
the centre of our land
our mighty rock,
stands guardian of our land

Red at dusk,
purple at dawn
she holds many a tale,
but never forlorn

i can still hear the drumbeats,
coming from her heart
the sounds of our homeland,
of which she is apart

she talks to us sometimes,
through symbols on rocks
apart of our history,
she is a building block

but don't be afraid,
she is apart of me and you
her beauty is suttle,
our divine Uluru