My country

Hi Jules,

Here is a short cut for those that want to read that wonderful poem My Country by Dorothea McKellar.

regards,

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As a primary school child "My Country" by Dorothea McKellar was a must learn when I was at school. Thank you for reminding me - and you are quite right about the emotional tug it makes. A good reminder for us all. Thank you. (Haven't seen the ad yet).

yeah - that ad got my attention too.

I am going to have to pay more attention - perhaps record it and look at it in detail, but I could sware that some of the scenes are not ones that you get to with the Ghan.

Ciao for now
Andrew.

And while you're about it why not whistle, hum or sing "Song of Australia"???

There is a land where summer skies
Are gleaming with a thousand dyes,
Blending in witching harmonies, in harmonies;
And grassy knoll, and forest height,
Are flushing in the rosy light,
And all above is azure bright—
Australia! Australia! Australia!
There is a land where, floating free,
From mountain top to girdling sea,
A proud flag waves exultingly, exultingly;
And Freedom's sons the banners bear,
No shackled slave can breathe the air,
Fairest of Britain's daughters fair—
Australia!
There is a land where honey flows,
Where laughing corn luxuriant grows,
Land of the myrtle and the rose, land of the rose;
On hill and plain the clust'ring vine
Is gushing out with purple wine,
And cups are quaffed to thee and thine—
Australia!