Australia Day conjures up sooo many different images in peoples’ minds.

We celebrate it on 26th January.  The date that in 1770, white man, Captain James Cook, first laid eyes on the vast southern land we call home.  Discovered long before by the Portugese, “Terra Australis Incognita” was the unknown great southern land.

To many, the words “White Man” and “Australia Day” bring feelings of hatred and disrespect.  Of stealing a country.  Of a race suppressed.  To me, Australia Day is soooo much more than that.  It is a day of reflection to say thanks to this great land we are so very proud to call home.  Governments, policies, racism, environmental issues aside, this is a land of plenty.  A land of beauty filled with droughts and flooding rains. Of brutal intense fires.  Of stunningly tall gum tree forests. Of vast red deserts.  A land of beautiful desolate beaches.  A land of survival.  To me, today is a celebration of a fertile nation with star-filled skies.  A land with THE most amazing and unique animals on earth.  Of koalas and wombats.  Of platypus.  A land with the most beautiful blue skies you will ever see.  Of sunlight.  Of freedom.  Of choice.  Of hope.  A land were opportunity abounds and where neighbours look out for one another.  Where friendship surrounds and prosperity abounds.

A land of dreams come true.

Yes, the lives changed dramatically for all those who inhabited this beautiful land on that day in 1770.  Unfortunately, history cannot be erased.  But together man can move mountains.  Happy Birthday Australia!  I am sooooo proud to call you home.

As the sun sets tonight, I will give thanks to those that walked these shores for hundreds of years, preserving and believing in our beloved home.  Leaving only footprints. ♥



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!

A stark white ring-barked forest
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.

Dorothea Mackellar

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