My Country- A storyA Story by Aly-CatThe Australian poem My Country (Dorothea Mackellar) written as a short story for my high school literature class.My Country- Dorothea Mackellar You can feel the thick green
shrubs that occupy the never-ending fields, the remarkably tall trees that cast
cool shadows down on the bushes that surround the trunks, making neat pathways that
you could walk in if you only tried. You can feel everything as if it’s a part
of you, from the grey-blue horizons to the brown running streams that show the
dim reflection of the sky. I experience this, I know this, and it’s impossible
to explain it, but I love it all nonetheless.
It’s what many call a ‘sunburnt’ country due to the endless deserts and
sweeping plains, but it’s much more than that. It has ragged mountain ranges
that lift up so high you can see them from kilometers away. It’s a country
where the center can be in an everlasting drought, and yet flooding rains are
crashing down around it. You can stare out into the distance and it will appear
to never end until you reach the sea, shimmering like jewels with the rays of
the sun. There’s nothing more beautiful, or terrifying than this wide, brown
land.
The pale ring-barked trees look sorrowful under the soft beams of the
moon. Yet the sapphire mountains covered in mist are still a sight to cherish
as the golden sun begins to rise, bringing heat to the soundless break of day.
The new light reveals tangles of green tree canopies, and within them lianas lithely
coiling towards the shining sun. On tree-tops, above where anyone can see, orchids
cover the leaves while a thick blanket of ferns lay on all portions of the
dark, rich soil.
There’s nothing that I hold greater to my heart than this country. I
love the pitiless blue sky that looks down on us as ill cattle fall, for at the
end of the day, when the grey clouds gather, we can rejoice with the falling of
rain.
This is my home, my passion. The deserts full of green and blue,
bringing it to life, and when the wrath of nature descends upon the land,
whether that be from floods, fire or famines; it rebuilds itself to be even
more beautiful than the time before. You may watch the parched paddocks and
believe that there’s no hope, but with patience and time the once dried up
ground will sow the seeds again, and overpowering greenness will grow just as
before.
With opals to be found within its depths, this land grows more lavish,
and more willful than any other I could imagine. Those of you who have not had
the chance to feel what I have, you could not understand that although this
world has many places filled with remarkable sights, none of that matters to
me. For wherever I may take my final breath, whatever land that will be, I know
that my thoughts will always return here, to my home, my place, my country. © 2013 Aly-Cat |
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Added on August 14, 2013 Last Updated on August 14, 2013 Tags: Australia, Dorothea Mackellar, My Country, School AuthorAly-CatVictoria, AustraliaAboutI love Starkid, Harry Potter, and musical theatre. I attend high school and am still clueless of what I want to do after, but hey as long as I'm happy now everything will hopefully work out eventually.. more..Writing
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