The Curse of Uluru

MANIC MONDAY

http://www.manicmeme.com/2009/06/rock-on.html

suggests the topic

'ROCK'

Here is a typically Australian 'take' on the subject!

THE CURSE OF ULURU.

Imagine a pebble, one solid rock,

But enormous and gaunt and bare.

Imagine the wonderment that we feel

When we see it lying there!

In the morning sun and the evening glow

This 'pebble' shines brilliant red,

As the sky of central Australia

Burns bright blue overhead.

No wonder the tourists stand wide-eyed

At the vision that they see!

No wonder that some of them foolishly think

'I'll take a bit home with me!'

They chip off a piece and stow it away

Though they know, in their heart of hearts,

That legend forbids desecration!

And that's when the trouble starts!

For Uluru is sacred

To the tribes that live in that place

And climbing the Rock or stealing

Can bring about disgrace.

And, certainly, many tourists

Have felt the weight of the curse,

Suffering loss or illness

Or some things even worse.

And parcels are often arriving

From travellers feeling remorse

Returning the stolen pieces

To negate the powerful force.

And many's the uncanny story

Written-up in the local press,

Of tourists who've been afflicted

With pain and unappiness

All because they have flouted

The rules of this powerful place

And ignored the pleas of the Owners,

A proud and ancient race.

Who knows whether curses have power,

Who knows what is false and true,

But you're well-advised to play safe my friends

When you visit Uluru!

Another part of the Aboriginal story here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/284-bran-nue-day.html