littleredsdream

Hiya.... I’ve just started reading this book and I’m hooked already... yes it’s a paid story but worth it...! If I can’t go out due to a pandemic, might as read about one! 
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littleredsdream

Apologies for being MIA. I’m not suffering from writers block, more life realities and coping with the hand I was dealt. 
          
          This year, a new year, it’s time for change. What that looks like.... I have no idea? So thank you to Wattpad for allowing me access to a world of opportunity. 
          
          Thank you to the talented readers and writers on this site. I’m humbled and grateful. 
          
          It is you who encourages me and inspires me to write. Whether is be a release or an escape, or just my true passion for a craft I long to have, you are my light in the grey of a day. You are my guide in a maze of fear and you are my solace to continue write.

littleredsdream

Happy New Year - One of my favourite poems about Australia. 
          
          My Country 
          
          The love of field and coppice 
          Of green and shaded lanes, 
          Of ordered woods and gardens 
          Is running in your veins. 
          Strong love of grey-blue distance, 
          Brown streams and soft, dim skies 
          I know, but cannot share it, 
          My love is otherwise. 
          
          I love a sunburnt country, 
          A land of sweeping plains, 
          Of ragged mountain ranges, 
          Of droughts and flooding rains. 
          I love her far horizons, 
          I love her jewel-sea, 
          Her beauty and her terror 
          The wide brown land for me! 
          
          The stark white ring-barked forests, 
          All tragic to the moon, 
          The sapphire-misted mountains, 
          The hot gold hush of noon, 
          Green tangle of the brushes 
          Where lithe lianas coil, 
          And orchids deck the tree-tops, 
          And ferns the warm dark soil. 
          
          Core of my heart, my country! 
          Her pitiless blue sky, 
          When, sick at heart, around us 
          We see the cattle die 
          But then the grey clouds gather, 
          And we can bless again 
          The drumming of an army, 
          The steady soaking rain. 
          
          Core of my heart, my country! 
          Land of the rainbow gold, 
          For flood and fire and famine 
          She pays us back threefold. 
          Over the thirsty paddocks, 
          Watch, after many days, 
          The filmy veil of greenness 
          That thickens as we gaze ... 
          
          An opal-hearted country, 
          A wilful, lavish land 
          All you who have not loved her, 
          You will not understand 
          though Earth holds many splendours, 
          Wherever I may die, 
          I know to what brown country 
          My homing thoughts will fly. 
          
          
          by Dorothea Mackeller