Australia

I am the bushland dawning
in the stillness of the morning
I am the sunlit plains
and the mighty river’s flow

I’m the drought and I’m the flood
I’m the earth and I’m the blood
I’m the breezes ever blowing
where the wild pandanus grow

I’m the stock man and the drover
and I’ve walked this land all over
and I share forgotten secrets
that the wild ones only know

I’m the dust of outback trails
I’m the wind that fills the sails
I’m the city and the country
and the first high mountain snow

I’m the Murray River flowing
and the cattle softly lowing
I’m the kangaroo and emu
and the sunset’s orange glow

I’m the Southern Cross at night
the explorer’s guiding light
I’m the place that tells the traveller
that it’s better to go slow

I am Banjo and I’m Lawson
I am Kelly and I’m Mawson
I am the Melbourne Cup
and the Sydney Easter Show

I am wild and still untamed
and there’s beauty in my name
I am the land Australia
where the lucky people go.

(c) December 1999

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