My Country

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.

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by Dorothea Mackeller

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Comments (6)

Lovely poem Ernestine, you really took us into that busy sailing scene. Thank you. for sharing the sight of the Tall Ships so vividly with us. Hugs from Fay.
A beautiful nautical poem Ernestine, I could picture the sight within my mind. Andrew x
A real THRILL. Susie xxx.
THE RANGE OF YOUR IMAGEWORK IS SEEMINGLY WITHOUT LIMIT...IM READING YOUR POEM OUTSIDE MY HOUSE...ITS 87 %AND IM LOOKING FOR A CAP & FLANNEL TO WARD OFF THE THE SEA BREEZE THAT MY MINDS EYE HAS SO LIBERALLY PRODUCED.ERNESTINE, YOU ARE A ROCKIN'FAB POET, MY DEAR! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR
Ernestine, you old Salty Dog, you do these sea poems so well! I can 'see' the sails billowing in the wind, and the sailors clinging to the crow's nest as you write! Well done, as ususal. Scarlett
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