Well we thought it was about time that we included some Australian poetry for you to enjoy...... When we were in Spain recently we were lucky enough to be shown the Royal Guards barracks, including the Stables
where we were introduced to their Commanding Officer, who, in conversation told us how much he admired the Australian horsemen, and when asked if he had seen "The Man from Snowy River" ....
replied, with a grin, that he had seen it at least twenty times.... and that he had had a course constructed
for his men to train on exactly like the one in the story......We would like to dedicate this page to him......... so without any further ado..... here are some bush poems by
some of Australia's famous icons in literature.....including Banjo Paterson, Henry Lawson, and Dorothea McKellar
portraying life in the country and about the country, during the times in which they lived.
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!
The stark white ring-barked forests, 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