A few thoughts:
Doused in the hues of the sun that shine harshly on the plain, Australia lays sleepily among the crickets and the bushland. Where the sea meets the city and elements as harsh as the night storms bring about the create both the resilience of man and the sweetest of mother earths creations. In Australia, we marvel.
“LAST sea-thing dredged by sailor Time from Space,
Are you a drift Sargasso, where the West
In halcyon calm rebuilds her fatal nest?
Or Delos of a coming Sun-God’s race?
Are you for Light, and trimmed, with oil in place,
Or but a Will o’ Wisp on marshy quest?
A new demesne for Mammon to infest?
Or lurks millennial Eden ’neath your face?
The cenotaphs of species dead elsewhereThat in your limits leap and swim and fly,
Or trail uncanny harp-strings from your trees,
Mix omens with the auguries that dare
To plant the Cross upon your forehead sky,
A virgin helpmate Ocean at your knees.”