Meanwhile sits the watcher
Guarding the ways whence we came,
Ayers Rock of comfort,
Ark of treasures feeding sustenance
From that bed rock of comfort
To fall back on when the batteries weaken.
A teacher and guide to revitalize,
To plug into those deep recesses of knowledge,
Chambers of secrets, with sockets of twigs
Recharging lost drive and will.
Oh, to visit the source often,
To have a mother to watch over
Those renewed steps
Once again taking us hither and thither
Over the hills, our footsteps
An umbilicus to guide us
Home again.
Poem by Richard Druitt