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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Above Eurunderee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not,<br>On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot.<br>Where the brooding old ridge rises up to the breeze<br>From his dark lonely gullies of stringy-bark trees,<br>There are voice-haunted gaps, ever sullen and strange,<br>But Eurunderee lies like a gem in the range.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still I see in my fancy the dark-green and blue<br>Of the box-covered hills where the five-corners grew;<br>And the rugged old sheoaks that sighed in the bend<br>O'er the lily-decked pools where the dark ridges end,<br>And the scrub-covered spurs running down from the Peak<br>To the deep grassy banks of Eurunderee Creek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the knolls where the vineyards and fruit-gardens are<br>There's a beauty that even the drought cannot mar;<br>For I noticed it oft, in the days that are lost,<br>As I trod on the siding where lingered the frost,<br>When the shadows of night from the gullies were gone<br>And the hills in the background were flushed by the dawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was there in late years, but there's many a change<br>Where the Cudgegong River flows down through the range,<br>For the curse of the town with the railroad had come,<br>And the goldfields were dead. And the girl and the chum<br>And the old home were gone, yet the oaks seemed to speak<br>Of the hazy old days on Eurunderee Creek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I stood by that creek, ere the sunset grew cold,<br>When the leaves of the sheoaks are traced on the gold,<br>And I thought of old things, and I thought of old folks,<br>Till I sighed in my heart to the sigh of the oaks;<br>For the years waste away like the waters that leak<br>Through the pebbles and sand of Eurunderee Creek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot.
Where the brooding old ridge rises up to the breeze
From his dark lonely gullies of stringy-bark trees,
There are voice-haunted gaps, ever sull..."></div>
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