Zebra Rock
By Charlotte D
Far up north,
In the land of red dust,
Where the sunsets go on forever,
Under the graceful boab tree,
Lies the rock which belongs to me.
It’s the window to the world of old, not new,
I am telling you something which is true,
It’s been here before the dinosaurs roam,
When I look at it I feel I’m home.
Among the endless sky and sea,
That’s why this rock is special to me.