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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Up The Country</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- <br>Seeking for the Southern poets' land whereon to pitch my tent; <br>I have lost a lot of idols, which were broken on the track, <br>Burnt a lot of fancy verses, and I'm glad that I am back. <br>Further out may be the pleasant scenes of which our poets boast, <br>But I think the country's rather more inviting round the coast. <br>Anyway, I'll stay at present at a boarding-house in town, <br>Drinking beer and lemon-squashes, taking baths and cooling down. <br> <br>`Sunny plains'! Great Scott! -- those burning <br> wastes of barren soil and sand <br>With their everlasting fences stretching out across the land! <br>Desolation where the crow is! Desert where the eagle flies, <br>Paddocks where the luny bullock starts and stares with reddened eyes; <br>Where, in clouds of dust enveloped, roasted bullock-drivers creep <br>Slowly past the sun-dried shepherd dragged behind his crawling sheep. <br>Stunted peak of granite gleaming, glaring like a molten mass <br>Turned from some infernal furnace on a plain devoid of grass. <br> <br>Miles and miles of thirsty gutters -- strings of muddy water-holes <br>In the place of `shining rivers' -- `walled by cliffs and forest boles.' <br>Barren ridges, gullies, ridges! where the ever-madd'ning flies -- <br>Fiercer than the plagues of Egypt -- swarm about your blighted eyes! <br>Bush! where there is no horizon! where the buried bushman sees <br>Nothing -- Nothing! but the sameness of the ragged, stunted trees! <br>Lonely hut where drought's eternal, suffocating atmosphere <br>Where the God-forgotten hatter dreams of city life and beer. <br> <br>Treacherous tracks that trap the stranger, <br> endless roads that gleam and glare, <br>Dark and evil-looking gullies, hiding secrets here and there! <br>Dull dumb flats and stony rises, where the toiling bullocks bake, <br>And the sinister `gohanna', and the lizard, and the snake. <br>Land of day and night -- no morning freshness, and no afternoon, <br>When the great white sun in rising bringeth summer heat in June. <br>Dismal country for the exile, when the shades begin to fall <br>From the sad heart-breaking sunset, to the new-chum worst of all. <br> <br>Dreary land in rainy weather, with the endless clouds that drift <br>O'er the bushman like a blanket that the Lord will never lift -- <br>Dismal land when it is raining -- growl of floods, and, oh! the woosh <br>Of the rain and wind together on the dark bed of the bush -- <br>Ghastly fires in lonely humpies where the granite rocks are piled <br>In the rain-swept wildernesses that are wildest of the wild. <br> <br>Land where gaunt and haggard women live alone and work like men, <br>Till their husbands, gone a-droving, will return to them again: <br>Homes of men! if home had ever such a God-forgotten place, <br>Where the wild selector's children fly before a stranger's face. <br>Home of tragedy applauded by the dingoes' dismal yell, <br>Heaven of the shanty-keeper -- fitting fiend for such a hell -- <br>And the wallaroos and wombats, and, of course, the curlew's call -- <br>And the lone sundowner tramping ever onward through it all! <br> <br>I am back from up the country, up the country where I went <br>Seeking for the Southern poets' land whereon to pitch my tent; <br>I have shattered many idols out along the dusty track, <br>Burnt a lot of fancy verses -- and I'm glad that I am back. <br>I believe the Southern poets' dream will not be realised <br>Till the plains are irrigated and the land is humanised. <br>I intend to stay at present, as I said before, in town <br>Drinking beer and lemon-squashes, taking baths and cooling down.</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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Seeking for the Southern poets' land whereon to pitch my tent; 
I have lost a lot of idols, which were broken on the track, 
Burnt a lot of fancy verses, and I'm glad that I am back. 
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