New Poetry
Viewed From Atop
We stood still atop the Monolith
A Monolith steeped in myth
It appears to go for eternity
The view showed that perfectly
Across the plain the eye could see
Nothing but spinifex and gumtree
But hold, what is this?
A youth with a spear stalking
His steps, the spinifex dodging
A Wallaby he was watching
We were spellbound by his skill
To watch the hunt, quite a thrill
Closer and closer did he get
The Wallaby unaware of the threat
Closer now, his muscles coiled
Ready and sure he stood poised
With silent movements the spear took flight
Thrown with all his might
Straight and true the spear it struck
Against the aboriginals lance
The Wallaby had no chance
The bush suddenly alive
More and more did arrive
There was stomping of feet
And music with beat
With patterns painted upon the chest
Seated on the ground with legs crossed
Stories were told, the spirits were thanked
The young mans skills had proven to be ample
He had provided a feast for all to sample
By the time we got down night had fallen
They had moved on, everyone gone
But plenty we had to reflect upon
As we slept awaiting the new dawn
