Poem 'The Secrets Under Our Red Soil'

Looking out at the horizon,
The furious clouds have moved on.
Allowing the pale blue sky to fill the expanse,
The long straight continuous road is all the eye can see.

The air was thick, tough and heavy,
All that surrounded was as dry as a sore mans throat.
Not a single raindrop had enriched the soil here,
The sweltering heat was dominating, feeling power over the land.

I move my vision to the right,
And then I see it, out of nowhere, something prehistoric.
This ancient red rock stands tall and high,
It is an icon, a part of our land, Australia.

It is full of mysteries stories from the past
A sacred site and full of wonder for us all.
How fortunate we are to be blessed with "dreamtime" stories,
From our indigenous friends, the caretakers of the land.

When evening cones are shining life arises
the moon open up its glowing eyes to (lead the way, )brighten up the skies
a large round globe which overseas the dusty beautiful landscape
and comes with it the brilliant natural colours of the land.

As I drive along for what seems to be an eternity,
In my old 1980s rusty Ute with my loyal dog beside me.
As I take a glands in my cracked side view mirror,

A fierce dust storm whipping up behind me is all I can see.

As night time comes and goes
And smiling sign in front of me knows:
That soon a dot, a car a something will appear
A stationary lonely car standing beside a destroyed structure, civilisation.

As I pass the vehicle only to see
Tourists with cameras around their necks exploring the natural features of Australia
Filling up their veins with the beauty of the land
With smiles and bright eyes admiring our great land of ours.

At last, I see the intersection, it is near,
The end of the journey is fast approaching, it's almost here.
Swiftly, I revolve the usually stiff steering wheel to the right.
As if it was a single step in front of me during the itinerary, it knew what was next...

A green sign stands lonely beside the dusty road,
For so long, this seemed to be extinct and forgotten.
But now it is reborn, remembered.
The words read out "Uluru" and this green piece of metal begins to shine with life.

As I crank off my boiling motor, I let my best friend, my car rest,
I let it cool down as tomorrow is a new beginning, an arising adventure.
I call for my buddy, my beloved dog who'd been with me all the way.
I see what I really came for, The Red Rock at is very best.

This piece of writing called 'The Secrets Under Our Red Soil' is a free form poem so it does not follow specific conventions but each stanza consists of 4 distinct lines.

This is deliberately done so to add clarity and stability to the text.
This poem tries to convey several significant messages, all of them displaying belonging and connections to Australia. The first message is the appreciation of the natural landscape. Australia is very unique. Unusual wildlife, land and an incredible history. We must respect every single bit of our land, our life. Another message that is conveyed is that Indigenous Australians and White men feel like there is a bond between them that holds them together. The Indigenous are the caretakers of this land, they all belong. No matter who they are, who we are - we all belong to our

Australia.
Looking at the text, there are 12 stanzas. The first two describe the arid nature of the outback. Here, it talks about the true isolation of the land. The following two stanzas state the idea of belonging to Australia. The last line of stanza 4 states 'from our indigenous friends, the caretakers of the land'. This highly outlines that the Indigenous Australians do form a very large part of our heritage and our history. It can be stated that we are different to them, but indeed all of us belong to our country. The next five stanzas, there is a lot of talk about firstly, the natural landscape. Our wildlife and environment is one of a kind, therefore we must show our utter most respect. Also, it is evident that there is quite a lot of stereotypical language and imagery. Although it is not strong, bold and everything is based on that, there are a few flashes and hints of it.
Throughout this poem 'The Secrets Under The Soil', personification occurs quite frequently. Also, I have implemented a large number of rhyming words that adds flow to the poem. Most of the poetic devices that I have used in my piece are to add structure and some sort of rhythm. As the style is not set and there is no distinct rhythm, these poetic devices implement clarity into this writing.