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
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
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