My Favourite Poem.
My Country
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running through your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies-
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
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.
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold rush of
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil
And orchids deck the treetops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.
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.
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.
A willful, lavish land-
All those who have not loved her,
You will not understand-
Though Earth holds many splendors,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.
# posted by Peter @ Friday,
Hi, I'm Merle
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This photo has been added so you will all know what Merle looks like, bootiful aren't she? and so I have a URL for a pic. in her profile, sssh, don't tell her.
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Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas 2005
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