I love a sunburnt country
A land of sweeping plains
Of ragged mountain ranges
Of drought and flooding rains
I love her far horizons
I love her jewel sea
Her beauty and her terror-
The wide brown land for me.
Dorothea Mackellar 1886-1968
I had prepared an extensive A Day post with flags, coat of arms, recipes, songs and poetry, but something in there was not acceptable to Mr Blogg and no matter what I tried it wouldn't publish. In frustration I gave up and settled for a bikkie.
Sorry Blogger was grumpy today. Perhaps you can post tomorrow.
ReplyDeletePatriotism was something few American I know have felt for the past 8 years. But with Mr. Obama there's definitely a feeling of relief around my town.
A bikkie? Is that a British word for cookie?
Hi Dan, yes abbreviation for biscuit (cookie to you)
ReplyDeleteGreat Poem - have you read Banjo Patterson - real dinkum Aussie stuff.
ReplyDeleteAlden : You reminded me of a great kids story book we had called Mulga Bill's Bicycle by Banjo Patterson. It starts:
ReplyDelete'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze;
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;
He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;
And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,
The grinning shop assistant said, `Excuse me, can you ride?'
Alden Dorothea Mackellar's 'My Country' from where this verse is taken, is a longer poem which you will find on that email I had hoped to post today.
ReplyDeleteThe north wind is tossing the leaves
ReplyDeleteThe red dust is over the town
The sparrow is under the eaves
And the grass in the paddock is brown...
Katherine - I love this little poem - who wrote it?
ReplyDeleteKatherine - I looked it up and see it is a carol - I've never heard it so thank you for that.
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