My Island home
Of sun-kissed pewter
Hill-sides
That's enveloped
With blue Topaz which
Divides
Vast sapphire seas
Red-ochre landscape
From sky
Grey, pink Galahs
Sweeping through cloaked air
flies by
O' such splendours,
My country does sow
And glean
Bringing in toil,
Of canola, wool
Snap bean
Slowly aging
Between the flowing
Ebb tides
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A nice tribute to our homeland with pride in its beauty.