Anthony Paterson

 Another poem that I believe best describes Australia.

For more information about Dorothea Mackellar please see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothea_Mackellar

My Country

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 sun burnt 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 tragic ring-barked forests
Stark white beneath 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 fern the crimson 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,
Of 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 willful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Whereever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.