In the south of the Northern Australia region lies Uluru. Titled Ayers Rock, yet time indeterminate, this area is the Outback which Australia is famed. I was fortunate enough to make this trek via jet airliner from Sydney. Flying over acres and acres of brushland, it can be easy to overlook how the flora, fauna, and people of this land had to cope and overcome the threats of the land. Forgetting that while existing in this region would be a mistake.
Human settlements exist today. Indeed, they thrive. I stayed at the Yulara-Ayers Rock Resort area for some nights, and was very comfortable. From there I sojourned into the Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park, where I had a wonderful time and viewed the sacred mount (I recommend the bicycle hire at the Visitor’s Center.) Listening at a cultural demonstration, I felt ties to the land. Time was at a standstill.
When you go, don’t forget the sunscreen and bug deterent. Enjoy!
NOTES ON THE LYRICS
6. Anson Of The Attic is written in the poetic form “Englyn Penfyr (Welsh short form tercet)” These poems consist of three-line stanzas. Every poem has one or more stanzas. Quantitatively, the poem’s metres are: the first line of every stanza is 10 syllables; lines two and three have seven syllables each. This poem is not completely Englyn Penfry, (i.e., stanza two,) but pretty much so.
“She did not say all her goodbyes to us.”
Anson fussed in wordless sighs.
Roommate, confidante – just lies.
Wore the golden hairs on his chest.
A father lost in warfare.
Family lost in despair.
Then things became dicey, didn’t relate.1
To concentrate, turned feisty.
Groans, distractions, and crises.
Thought strongly of her wrung2-out sarcasm.
Deep soul chasms of her tongue.
Like Mom’s words when he was young.
But it is only gold flake, not gold bar.
Near and far, new lives unfold.
But to some, they just grow old.
Outro Refrain
Good bye Anson, good bye, bye-bye, bye-bye.
Whoever you think you are.
I hope the world takes you far.
Footnotes to the Lyrics