Poem 'The Secrets Under Our Red Soil'

Looking out at the horizon,
The furious clouds have moved on.
Allowing the pale blue sky to fill the expanse,
The long straight continuous road is all the eye can see.

The air was thick, tough and heavy,
All that surrounded was as dry as a sore mans throat.
Not a single raindrop had enriched the soil here,
The sweltering heat was dominating, feeling power over the land.

I move my vision to the right,
And then I see it, out of nowhere, something prehistoric.
This ancient red rock stands tall and high,
It is an icon, a part of our land, Australia.

It is full of mysteries stories from the past
A sacred site and full of wonder for us all.
How fortunate we are to be blessed with "dreamtime" stories,
From our indigenous friends, the caretakers of the land.

When evening cones are shining life arises the moon open up its glowing eyes to (lead the way, )brighten up the skies a large round globe which overseas the dusty beautiful landscape and comes with it the brilliant natural colours of the land.

As I drive along for what seems to be an eternity,
In my old 1980s rusty Ute with my loyal dog beside me.
As I take a glands in my cracked side view mirror,

This is deliberately done so to add clarity and stability to the text.
This poem tries to convey several significant messages, all of them displaying belonging and connections to Australia. The first message is the appreciation of the natural landscape. Australia is very unique. Unusual wildlife, land and an incredible history. We must respect every single bit of our land, our life. Another message that is conveyed is that Indigenous Australians and White men feel like there is a bond between them that holds them together. The Indigenous are the caretakers of this land, they all belong. No matter who they are, who we are - we all belong to our