<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Call of the Bush</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three roads there are that climb and wind<br>Amongst the hills, and leave behind<br>The patterned orchards, sloping down<br>To meet a little country town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And of these roads I'll take the one<br>That tops the ridges, where the sun<br>Is tempered by the mountain-breeze<br>And dancing shadows of the trees. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The road is rough - but to my feet<br>Softer than is the city street; <br>And then the trees! - how beautiful<br>She-oak and gum - how fresh and cool! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No walls there are to hamper me; <br>Only in blue infinity<br>The distant mountain-ramparts rise<br>Beneath the broad arch of the skies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in that high place I shall hear<br>The wild birds' singing, soft and clear; <br>And horse-bells tinkling as of old<br>In amongst the wattles' gold </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far-off is the ocean tide; <br>But there across the country-side<br>Roll waves of bush that rise and fall<br>To break against the mountain-wall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And every little farm is seen<br>An island in a sea of green; <br>And every little farm at night<br>Flings through the dark its beacon-light - </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There in the silence of the hills, <br>I shall find peace that soothes and stills<br>The throbbing of the weary brain, -<br>For I am going home again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dora+Wilcox">Dora Wilcox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368992" data-title="The Call of the Bush de Dora Wilcox" data-description="Three roads there are that climb and wind Amongst the hills, and leave behind The patterned orchards, sloping down To meet a little country town. And of these roads I'll take the one That tops the ridges, where the sun Is tempered by the mountai..."></div> </div> </div>

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