One Night

If my memory serves me right, I was out one night, upon the sky, I saw a great light, with all his might, shining up bright, like a handsome charming knight, given the right to fight, holding his sword tight, telling his enemy to do him right. So I pondered upon my sight, giggled and …

The Rock’s Story

I am a rock. A huge rock. Some people call me Uluru and some people call me Ayer’s Rock although I do not know who Ayer is and how I had become his possession. Sometimes people call me the red rock. I think they are racists. I stand in the middle of Ozland. Because I …