A polished stone, picked up from a Riverton beach, from my wife’s second batch of tumble polishing – the colours remind me of the Australian Outback and of Aboriginal art:
“Raining on the Rock”
by John Williamson
Pastel red to burgundy and spinifex to gold,
We’ve just come out of the Mulga where the plains forever roll.
And Albert Namatjira has painted all the scenes,
And a shower has changed the lustre of his land.
And it’s raining on the Rock,
In a beautiful country,
And I’m proud to travel this big land
Like an Aborigine.
And it’s raining on the Rock.
What an almighty sight to see!
And I’m wishing on a postcard that you were here with me.
Everlasting daisies and the beautiful desert rose –
Where does their beauty come from heaven knows.
I could ask the wedge-tail but he’s away too high,
I wonder if he understands it’s wonderful to fly.
And it’s raining on the Rock,
In a beautiful country,
And I’m proud to travel this big land
Like an Aborigine.
And it’s raining on the Rock.
What an almighty sight to see!
And I’m wishing on a postcard that you were here with me.
It cannot be described with a picture,
The mesmerising colours of the Olgas,
Or the grandeur of the Rock –
Uluru has power!
And it’s raining on the Rock,
In a beautiful country,
And I’m proud to travel this big land
Like an Aborigine.
And it’s raining on the Rock.
What an almighty sight to see!
And I’m wishing on a postcard that you were here with me.
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