The barren plain before our gaze
Cloud cover quite precludes a haze
A sprinkling of bright-coloured flowers
The result of recent, rare, spring showers.
A purple tooth, devoid of scrub
Dominates the sky above
Whence it came, the Native knows
And Dreamtime legend surely shows.
But we, in air-conditioned coach
Are regarded somewhat with reproach.
Do we profane a sacred site
With sunset viewing, wine and bite?
Uluru – Ayer’s Rock to us
Must be magnificent at dusk.
Unfortunately, the day we went
The sunset was a non-event!
(written in 2000)
(c) Poet in the woods 2013