It lies dormant there.
Hidden in my heart but firmly ensconced
Only revealing itself
In silence or when abandoned.
It grows with each passing day
With each dawn over the Pacific
And each brilliant Dusk over the Indian
I watch in admiration.
From the terrible silence of the desert
To the roar of the MCG
Waking to the call of the Kookaburra
The blazing skies on a warm, clear night.
Every town with a racecourse at it’s heart
Every pub with it’s larrikin
It’s people forgotten – dumped
But carving a way of life in paradise
I walk in her dry heart
On her lush coastal fringes
But has she forgiven us our errors
Terra Nullius was a lie and we profit.
Forgiveness – Maybe
Regardless we must love her
And right our wrongs
And protect her terrible beauty.
My love for my country is immense – surprising.
The land or the people?
Both. For we are now one.
And we delight in and we repulse one another
I travel to other lands – other people.
I respect and I try to understand
But my lover is jealous
And she calls to me across the seas.
Return to my shores
Let me surround you once more in my warmth.
For I am diminished without you
And you are lost without me.
by Martin Connell
Copyright(c) 2005 Martin Connell. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.