Jacqueline Hamlett
To my one true love of always Love is ever so deep
Sunday, October 27, 2013
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
http://www.dorotheamackellar.com
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Rain is romantic
In a previous life rain was romantic.
Dark mysterious clouds sweep and swell around us
But his arms encircle me in warmth
Soft the touch of his hand on my face
his eyes holding laughter his smile love
The fire roars and the wine poured we snuggle
and enjoy the moment
No guilt for doing as there is nothing to do
the weather too bad too gloomy to cold
we have no need to venture out
It is enough to hold you close to talk and laugh
to just be together
Rain batters the house heavy drenching rain
it is dark and cold beyond the walls
but our love keeps us safe protected
a lazy Sunday no need to do
snuggle closer safe and warm
oh yes rain can be romantic
Poem by Jacqui POD Hamlett
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