Saturday, 8 November 2014

My Country by Dorothea Mackellar

The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

Capertee Valley, NSW

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!

Broome coastline, WA

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

North Haven, NSW

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Mudgee, NSW

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold -
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

The Olga's, NT

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

Weethalie, NSW

The poem is Dorothea Mackellar's; the photo's all mine!

Isobel Marion Dorothea Mackellar was born July 1st 1885 in Point Piper, Sydney.

Her father was a noted doctor & parliamentarian. 
They had family property in the Hunter region and around Gunnedah. 

The Mackellar family travelled the world extensively and Dorothea became fluent in several languages (French, German, Spanish & Italian).

My Country was written during a visit to England when Dorothea was 19.
She was obviously feeling homesick.

Dorothea never married & died 14th January 1968.
Her ashes are buried in Waverley Cemetery.

 This post is part of Saturday Snapshot & AusReading Month.


  1. Excellent post Brona! Perfect for Ausreading Month. I love the photos you used.

  2. Beautiful photos, especially the Broome coastline!!

  3. The poem and the photos are just wonderful. Thank you for giving a little bio of the poet. I was not familiar with her work. Thanks for sharing this, Brona. Have a great weekend!

  4. I love that poem, especially as an expat.Love all your photos. I think I have been to all of the places in your photos except for Broome and Weethalie. I see Mudgee is just as dry as the day we saw it in '89.

    Sean at His and Her Hobbies

  5. Beautiful photos and poems. Thanks for sharing!

  6. That beautiful poem is enhanced by your stunning photos. Thank you for sharing them today.

  7. Gorgeous photos, and the poems highlight and illustrate them perfectly. Thanks for sharing.


  8. What incredible views, and the poem made me think how grateful some places are for rain = we always seem to get a lot here. My Snapshot is at

  9. What a lovely poem, and your photos go together with it so well.

  10. Thank you for sharing the lovely poem and composition with your photos. Well done!

  11. Ah home sweet home! Love those photos. Especially the one of The Olgas or Kata Juta, that's a great place to visit, loved it out there!
    Sharon @ Sharon's Book Nook!

  12. The poems and photos are lovely. I especially love the first three photos. Yes, I can tell the speaker in the poem is homesick.


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