This was going to be a post about sculptures at the National Arboretum in Canberra ….but I digress…..
As you drive up to the Arboretum there is a most imposing sculpture along the ridge of the hill.
The metal words in cursive, say..
wide brown land….
These three scripted words were taken from the diary of an Australian poet, Dorothea McKellar. Her poem is called My Country .
I didn’t know until recently that Dorothea was only 22 years old when she wrote that poem. She was living in England and missing her home country.
I was 19 years old when I came to Australia (from Africa)
…and I was 22 when I came back from a holiday in England and realised that Australia was my home, a place I love.
Perhaps we need to leave to learn how we feel about our place in the world.
I have always loved Dorothea McKellar’s poem, and here are the words of one of the verses that lend themselves to some photos I have taken over the last few years……
I love a sunburnt country
..of ragged mountain ranges
I love her far horizons..
I love her jewel sea
Her beauty and her terror..
The wide brown land for me..
I feel very lucky to have a place in the world….what is your favourite place?
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