Emily Gap, east of Alice Springs, an ancient ceremonial site of the Aranda Aborigines.
MY LAND DOWN UNDER
L.BLOCH
2005
What calls me to the mother land,
this rock hard land with soft red sand.
A land with white inviting beaches,
and cooling afternoon sea breezes.
Of blistering hot dry winds that urge
the raging wild bush-fires to surge,
through the giant eucalypt trees,
fuelled by oil from burning leaves.
And spring-time wild flowers roughly sown,
born in dust from seeds wind blown
that drift across the outback plains,
to bloom there after winter rains.
A land of spiders, snakes and flies
and lurking ‘salty’ crocodiles,
clouds of screeching cockatoos
and timid wary kangaroos
What calls me back from where I wander
back to my fragile land down-under.
It’s in the heart, deep in the soul,
that missing half that makes me whole.
COMMENTS
this is the best bush poem eva i used it for my homework it is that great by the way im only 12
— taylah · 12 03 2008 - 16:37 · #
it’s an amazing poem
i’ve also used it for my homework
i am 13
thanks a lot!
— mia lisa · 14 04 2008 - 00:14 · #