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Blue sky eastward kisses a glistening green sea,
Golden sand stretches endlessly on before me.
Cry’s of gulls and sounds of waves gently rolling,
Promise a day filled with people slowly strolling.
Up and down that golden strand they walk,
Carrying towels, sometimes pausing to talk.
Grey blue mist covers mountains in the west,
Cliffs and streams, in nature it is blessed.
Fires scorch the land in the summer’s heat,
In winters watch, comes the Snow and sleet.
Always the cycle goes on, death and rebirth,
For this sunburnt land is the oldest on earth.
Southern pastures carpeted in lush green,
Everywhere Sheep and cattle can be seen.
Slowly the settlers tamed the harsh land,
Shaped it and carved it with their bare hand.
Barley and golden wheat sheath the soil,
Against this hard land farmers strive and toil.
Small coves and beaches to the north abound,
Silent and deserted for most the year round.
Summer arrives and the city rises to the call,
Time for the people to forget works thrall.
They fill the resorts and small county towns,
Parents and children, joyous are their sounds.
Some call Australia a continent some an Isle,
It is the land that always makes me smile.
There are many cities rising into the sky,
The beauty of the bush can make you cry.
From coast to coast, from desert to snow,
It is the home from which I will never go!
Shane Cooper
Written some months ago for collaboration, this never came to fruition.
It is not what I planned still I hope it can stand on its own.
17/03/2015
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