The love of field and coppice, Of green and shaded lanes. Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins, Strong love of grey-blue distance Brown streams and soft dim skies I know but cannot share it, My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror - The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest All tragic to the moon, The sapphire-misted mountains, The hot gold hush of noon. Green tangle of the brushes, Where lithe lianas coil, And orchids deck the tree-tops And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country! Her pitiless blue sky, When sick at heart, around us, We see the cattle die- But then the grey clouds gather, And we can bless again The drumming of an army, The steady, soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country! Land of the Rainbow Gold, For flood and fire and famine, She pays us back threefold- Over the thirsty paddocks, Watch, after many days, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze.
An opal-hearted country, A wilful, lavish land- All you who have not loved her, You will not understand- Though earth holds many splendours, Wherever I may die, I know to what brown country My homing thoughts will fly.
Australia is arguably one of the last places left to get it right... the parliament at the moment is hung - the people want change , real change not just piecemeal and cake... hopefully the pollys have run out of false carrots
Mmmmh ... Yes, the US is an important country and its diversity of opinions through its different states make it a powerhouse of ideas and energy...although/and- just as Lennon stated at one time "the Beatles are more popular than Christ" ... all is relative in man made time ... But, tell me this ... Does it takes the killing of a brothers/Sisters life/ves to build a great nation.... What has happened to all the previous great nations that have used this this as a cornerstone- i.e.UK ........ And isnt there another way... advancement without aggression
You know what you want ... I suppose thats positive.... Greatly desiring a virgin seems rather shallow and lustful- thinly veiled, sewn with threads of control... ashamed ... why?
Recycling... yes its interesting to look at what we personally waste/not recycle in a normal days events... A compost bin can be as simple a covered hole in the ground ... Ive been known to pee in it... imagine all the flushes saved perhaps you can plant a tree over it when its reasonably decomposed
OK Ive come out, albeit occasionally and yes V I have been partaking lately of some of my finest tipple or two it also seems many are particularly enjoying the Muscartoe
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it also seems many are particularly enjoying the Muscartoe
Manage! ,,, d bloody englese are everywhere...
RE: AUSTRALIA
My Countryby
Dorothea Mackellar
(1885 - 1968)
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die-
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold-
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land-
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand-
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.