Red Rock
Funny the things you find out
With a curious mind
And walking shoes
How beautiful
And priceless
The view
From atop the headlands
At Red Rock
Of course, the rocks are red
Jasper
I believe
But could be wrong
As I was to connect
The name to the colour
Of the rocks
As its Called red rock
Not because of the colour
But The blood
The spilt blood
Another massacre site
They headered them
Onto the headland
And drove them off
The cliffs
To the sharp rocks below
Another tribe
Killed for no crime
Killed not even for the land
As its not suited for
Agri-culture
Just first nation culture
Now
White holiday culture
Another dead tourist town
With a dirty little secret
I tender the small plaque
Replace fallen shells
Adorn it
With wild flowers
Wipe away the dirt
And tears
Make a promise
To write about
The blood stained
Red Rock
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