Uluru

• Luna Esber, Grade 6, St Charbel's College
• Poetry
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

I can still hear the music from the rock my homeland I never forgot.

Where we lie our woulpa is there no matter were we go our woulpa is with us

Now we share this land with white mob no more dance and no more fun.

But one this isn't gone my rock.

Everyday I look up to my rock and remember the times of happiness.

Red at dusk purple at dawn this lovely rock stands all alone always with us always will be ULURU.

[WOULPA MEANS ROCK IN ABORIGINAL]