Sunday, 9 October 2011


Poem 26 of 230:  UP ULURU?

Came in a coach from Alice -
    Slept nearby overnight;
An early call awoke us -
    Just before the morning light.

We were coached to Uluru
    As the dawn began to break:
Stopping to take in the view -
    A proud sight that rock does make.

Began the steep early-climb,
    Which, as marked, has claimed some life;
For youths it was just good time,
    But heavy aged-breaths were rife.

An hour or two later,
    After gazing from the top,
We returned to the charter -
    Kata Tjuta one last stop.

(P.S:  in hindsight, I’m sure
    That from a distance to view
Is more kind, and more pleasure,
    Than climbing up Uluru.)

(C) David Franks 2003