I love a sunburnt country

"My Island Home" – Christine Anu

 Six years I’ve been in the city
And every night I dream of the sea
They say home is where you find it
Will this place ever satisfy me
For I come from the saltwater people
We always live by the sea
Now I’m down here living in the city
With my man and my family

My island home
My island home
My island home is waiting for me
My island home
My island home
My island home is waiting for me

In the evening the dry wind blows
From the hills and across the plain
I close my eyes and I’m standing
In a boat on the sea again
And I’m holding that long turtle spear
And I feel I’m close now
To where it must be
And my island home is waiting for me

For I come from the saltwater people
We always live by the sea
Now I’m down here living in the city
With my man and my family

And my island home
My island home
My island home is waiting for me
My island home
My island home
My island home is waiting for me

My island home
My island home
My island home is waiting for me
My island home
My island home
My island home is waiting for me

Well that rude noter’s apparently been doing it to a lot of people hehe.  Don’t encourage him/her in the notes though, or even mention they are a loser or whatever, cos they are only seeking attention.  The note didn’t bother me, why should it?  I love OD and being able to block him/her/it anyway 🙂 woohoo.  If only I knew how to send a virus 😛

Today was pretty good…no wait, no it wasn’t, it was absolute shit.  only good thing about it is that I don’t have to go to work tomorrow!  Australia Day is good for that thing at least.  Oh gee I really need to have more respect for James Cook don’t I? 🙂

So yeh I spent most of the damn day in the checkout department rather than my own, on account of them obviously being understaffed and customer’s freaking out that everywhere’s gunna be closed tomorrow.  Actually, no silly people, we are OPEN tomorrow, just different hours.  Gee anyone would think a cyclone was coming.   Anyway day’s over and I got a day to do nothing, and can actually watch tennis for once!  Woohoo!  Semi-finals!

Luke’s apparently in Brisbane at the moment, probably hanging out with his old workmates.  So I hope I get to see him sometime tomorrow.  Not sure if Nev’s gunna be home or not – most probably.  Ooo I should check my email to see if anyone’s replied to my ad lol – here goes, I’m expecting nothing, let’s see if I’m right 🙂

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yep, there’s nothin lol – just an email from the webmaster saying my ad’s been submitted.  Maybe it took a while and they had to approve it first – so maybe it’s only just gone up.  I dunno what sort of responses I’ll be expecting, but hopefully I’ll be happier somewhere else than I currently am here.  Chermside was good cos I could be myself there, and my housemate’s were pretty cool, it’s just my old housemate’s asswipe boyfriend who was the psychopath. 🙂

Woohoo day off tomorrow!! How shall I spend it? 😀

Happy Australia Day for tomorrow to all my Aussie mates and have a great day to everyone else! 🙂

 

"My Country" – Dorothea McKellar

 
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.