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Array ( [sid] => 107976 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My sunburnt country [time] => 2005-10-18 04:40:39 [hometext] => My daughter wrote this poem for a school assignment. [bodytext] => I love my sunburnt country,
beneath my blistered feet.
Thirsty paddocks yearning,
for rain that wants to meet.
Winter comes a-calling,
green trees falling to sleep.
Waiting for the spring,
and the birds to sing and tweet.

A long and frosty winter soon turns into a time,
of birth to sing and praise the great big blue sky.
Awake in early hours,
to clean the out back pigsty.
Workin' all day, havin' fun at night, but...
there's alot of dirty jobs to do i know i can't deny.

Workin' on the farm,
throughout drought and flood.
Going on with cuts and bruises,
even if you loose some blood.
Well, that's the aussie way,
labouring each and every day.
HOORAY for Australia! [comments] => 6 [counter] => 371 [topic] => 21 [informant] => inoc [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

My sunburnt country

Contributed by inoc on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 04:40:39 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

I love my sunburnt country,
beneath my blistered feet.
Thirsty paddocks yearning,
for rain that wants to meet.
Winter comes a-calling,
green trees falling to sleep.
Waiting for the spring,
and the birds to sing and tweet.

A long and frosty winter soon turns into a time,
of birth to sing and praise the great big blue sky.
Awake in early hours,
to clean the out back pigsty.
Workin' all day, havin' fun at night, but...
there's alot of dirty jobs to do i know i can't deny.

Workin' on the farm,
throughout drought and flood.
Going on with cuts and bruises,
even if you loose some blood.
Well, that's the aussie way,
labouring each and every day.
HOORAY for Australia!

Copyright © inoc ... [ 2005-10-18 04:40:39]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: My sunburnt country (User Rating: 1 )
by Elizabeth_Dandy on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 09:19:50 AM AEST
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Hurray to Australia! I had not known Coni! Hurray to the Aussies!

You bring farm life so pictorially and beautifully before the readers eyes.
And the change of the seasons.
A delightfujl read - and so instructive.

Thanks a lot for sharing it with us!
Blessihgs
Elizabeth.

Re: My sunburnt country (User Rating: 1 )
by redtempest13 on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 11:19:30 AM AEST
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I really enjoyed that.....Keep up the good work.
-Gin-

Re: My sunburnt country (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 05:51:13 PM AEST
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Hey Coni your daughter did a really good job with this write. I am a fair dinkum Aussie too.
I like the way the seasons were put into the verses. She gets a big 5 stars for such a wonderful write.
*hugs*
Sue

Re: My sunburnt country (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 11:50:27 PM AEST
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every thing about this poem say accomplished, a nice feel 2 it and
written well easy to read and understand and relate to, lovely peice of writting . . .

Ben

Re: My sunburnt country (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 20th October 2005 @ 09:55:27 PM AEST
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Coni: I love this, thank you for sharing a part of Australia, it sounds so beautiful there. I was raised up on a farm and I truly miss it. I am a city gal now. But, the country is in me, and it will never leave. Most beautiful write, a heart loving one at its best.

Raquel Leah :D

Re: My sunburnt country (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Thursday, 11th May 2006 @ 06:01:42 AM AEST
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Coni, you've grown some real talent there- you might end up with another bush poet in the family.

Spike

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