My Country...
Sunday Night...
Tomorrow evening we will be on our way to the rest of our family and our home in Turramurra... Nerys, Tim, Jackson Harry, Briony and Joon will be at the airport to meet us while Gwilym and Emily will be preparing breakfast for us all... I can't wait!
Living in London is a dream of 27 years come true for me... after watching 'Dial M for Murder' with Grace Kelly and Ray Millan I fell in love with their little one bedroom ground floor flat which had french doors out to a small garden and was only a short walk away from a tube station... since then I've always said 'Next time we go to England I want a flat just like Grace Kelly's'. Well it may not have been as posh as hers but it was comfortable with the added bonus of being near Tom and Emma and of course the very beautiful Abigail Rose.
A small part of my heart will always belong in England but the following says it all for me, it's my favourite poem by Dorothea Mackellar and starts off by describing England .
My Country by 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 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!
A stark white ring-barked forest
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.
Tomorrow evening we will be on our way to the rest of our family and our home in Turramurra... Nerys, Tim, Jackson Harry, Briony and Joon will be at the airport to meet us while Gwilym and Emily will be preparing breakfast for us all... I can't wait!
Living in London is a dream of 27 years come true for me... after watching 'Dial M for Murder' with Grace Kelly and Ray Millan I fell in love with their little one bedroom ground floor flat which had french doors out to a small garden and was only a short walk away from a tube station... since then I've always said 'Next time we go to England I want a flat just like Grace Kelly's'. Well it may not have been as posh as hers but it was comfortable with the added bonus of being near Tom and Emma and of course the very beautiful Abigail Rose.
A small part of my heart will always belong in England but the following says it all for me, it's my favourite poem by Dorothea Mackellar and starts off by describing England .
My Country by 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 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!
A stark white ring-barked forest
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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