Whenever I travel I am struck by how much lower the sky feels and generally how much thicker and more grey. I travel to NZ for the first time later this year [did I mention I'm going to the Rugby World Cup Final!!] and so I look fwd to the delights of Auckland and beyond...
My Country
   I am struck by the radio debate today about: who we are? whether Parky should be doing our NSW Aussie Day address; and whether it's rehash of Clive James or an contemporary view we need to hear. 
   There's echoes of: our jingoism; Cronulla beach riots; the "F&^%$ off, we're full" racist stickers/shirts; and the chain store adoption of popular flag surfwear or undies.
   There are also average boomers, families and the WW2 generations wondering what all the fuss is about...
   All this alongside the debate about whether we should move the day away from a commemoration of the European invasion of the great southland and the beginning of the destruction of precious indigenous culture which despite our 'sorry' we are yet to truly deal with.... 
   Anyhow, heavy stuff ahead of  a day we celebrate and appreciate all things Aussie!! I used to enjoy 'Survival Day' concerts at La Perouse [koori revenge making us sit in 36 degrees on a treeless oval listening to great music] ... I used to wonder how it felt for Yothu Yindi, Paul Kelly and Christine Anu to drive across town and include a Darling Harbour appearance in their day?    I felt especially motivated having chosen the 'Survival March' in 1988 and sat in the Park listening to many indigenous and anglo speakers lay out a vision for what could be and is still possible...
   Anyhow, reflective 'toss' or otherwise I have penned a poem for the day [part procrastination from a household reno  and part response to the radio chat, the boardies and the flag adorned cars everywhere]!! It might be a little familiar... and comes ahead of my obligatory youtube song of choice for this year...
My Country
The love of field and pruning 
Of green tree shaded lanes 
Of pommie woods and gardens 
Is the backpackers domain 
Putting up with grey-blue distance 
Brown streams and that low sky 
Is nice to sometimes visit 
But we could pass it by    
I love a sunburnt country 
Across the great western plains 
Of bushwalkers mountain ranges 
Of droughts and flooding rains 
I love our far horizons 
I love the Bar Beach sea 
The beauty and the terror 
The wide brown land for me    
A stark white ring-barked forest 
The loggers lop in tune 
The sapphire misted mountains 
The midday sun breaks through 
Annoying spikey shrubs 
Lantana and pesky weeds 
A bunch of 40 dollar natives 
A protea is all you need    
Core of our soul, our country 
The levelling blue sky 
One minute cattle are dying 
But then the grey clouds gather 
And we can dance again 
That sound on tin roofs clapping 
The steady soaking rain    
Core of their soul, their country 
Land of the Rainbow snake 
For flood and fire and famine 
The dreaming stories make 
Sand through the hand is poured 
Lingiari was his name 
The greenness will return 
When they the land can claim       
An opal hearted country 
A willful, lavish land 
We celebrate Australia 
With coasters and board shorts 
The flag we hold in hand 
Brawls, beer and Hot 100 
Disrupt our reflective or family time 
We revel in the ANZAC 
And sadly 'turn the boats around'
Rob Hanks  [adapted from the poem by Dorothea Mackellar]      
And the lyrics for 'My Country' Midnight Oil can be explored here
If I wasn't there this night I was at one just like it and can still recall that feeling!!





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