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DOWN UNDER THE SOUTHERN CROSS.
~~~~~~~~~~~WRITTEN BY DAWN M D. 2007~~~~~~~~~~
A land of rugged beauty, under the Southern Cross
Clear cool waters, ragged cliffs and sweeping beaches along the coast
Beautiful sunsets of red, orange, gold, ebony and mauve
What splendour, giving me promise, refreshing my soul with peace
This is the land down under the Southern Cross.
Waves crash upon the sand and the salty mists spray about
Seashells wash in and out on the gentle lapping waves
Sand squishes between the toes giving a refreshing spark
As the sun sinks, I give thanks for being born in this magic land
This is the land down under the Southern Cross
Snow on the mountain ranges brings a winter chillness to the air
The crisp sharp windblasts bring a shiver up the spine
The wind howls and sings as the rain tumbles down
And pray it rains all night, while asleep snug, in our rugs.
This is the land down under the Southern Cross
The bush is full of noisy chatter and echoes for miles around
Of parrots, jay birds, kookaburras, bellbirds, magpies and crows
A purely magic symphony composed by Mother Nature for all to hear
What a grand spectacle of sight, sound and earthy eucalyptus smells
This is the Land down under the Southern Cross
Miles of dust and desert across the open plains of this vast land
The outback hot, dry & dusty, so hot you’d just about roast.
Like a sauna, hot, humid and steamy in the tropics along the coast
North, East, South, West as far as the eye can see
This is the land down under the Southern Cross
The rivers are running dry despite the hint of rain clouds in the sky
The harshness of this climate sees little rainfall in our dams
A land of great extremes of harshness, I would have to confess
Still there is a great beauty to be had and enjoyed
This is the land down under the Southern Cross
16:40 - Tuesday, August 7, 2007 -
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