To Love A Sunburnt Country
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Charlotte Botham-Clarke , Grade 5, Kalinda Primary School
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Poetry
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2015
Finalist in the 'Read Write Repeat 2015' competition
All you who yearn for fresh green lanes,
For misty air and falling rains,
All those who adore the willowy trees,
Their branches swaying in the breeze,
Will not understand the love in my veins,
Will never truly know how to greet dusty plains,
Will not adore a swaying white gum tree,
Could never love a sunburnt country.
But to feel the sun on your bare skin,
To hear the howling dingoes din,
To see a wombat toddling by,
Diving, calling, watch the birds fly,
The ground, dust so fierce a red,
To see a koala, hanging above your head,
To feel the aqua-blue, jewel like sea,
That's what it means to love a sunburnt country.