<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tulip and The Wattle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She played among chocolate and silver walls, <br>Her music was the kookaburra's calls.<br>He played among walls wool and wheat, <br>Where the Riverina grass is sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had come from a far land, <br>With beautiful tulips and windmills grand.<br>There was her land and its majestic history.<br>Which to him was a mystery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of mighty ships gallant and tall, <br>In them heroic men answering histories call.<br>A land with inherent dangers, <br>Where flooding waters are not strangers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their ships with wind filled sails, <br>Crossed the seas in storm and gale.<br>Sailing much of the seven seas', <br>To gain wealth and majesties please.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's was a land of tall dry grass, <br>Where kangaroos graze, and Emus pass.<br>Of rusting iron and shearing sheds, <br>Moreover, men with sweat stained hats upon their heads.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the wind plays among the reddy dust, <br>In addition, scarce water holes with arid crust.<br>A land of cloudless skies, <br>In addition, endless times of nothing but dry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">However, their love would conquer all of this, <br>Come hell or high water they would have their bliss.<br>They would see their children come of age, <br>And watch them open their own lives page.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He labored hard for years and days, <br>For he loved her in so many ways.<br>She would nurse him through illness long, <br>Her voice to him was a song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tulip and the wattle yellow, <br>Beautiful young woman and fortunate fellow.<br>They would live and die together, <br>In this land of the Never Never.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=R.K.+Hart">R.K. Hart</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=479796" data-title="The Tulip and The Wattle de R.K. Hart" data-description="She played among chocolate and silver walls, Her music was the kookaburra's calls. He played among walls wool and wheat, Where the Riverina grass is sweet. She had come from a far land, With beautiful tulips and windmills grand. There was her ..."></div> </div> </div>

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