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!
Dorothea Mackellar – from her poem My Country written in 1908
The metal sculpture, based on Dorothea’s own handwriting, spans a wide vista at the National Arboretum in Canberra.
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Great poem, the writing looks like mine, do you think I should start writing poetry to get noticed, “The cat sat on the mat” How’s that?
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