A Celebration Of Australia Poem

THIS ANCIENT GARDEN

Come see the glory of Australia, a great and modern land,
One rich in old world history with a future no man planned.
It’s nature’s ancient garden where once great creatures walked,
Where Koori wandered freely and of their dreamtime talked.
A place of giant trees and grassy plains, of inland seas and mountain
This land where mighty rivers ran fed by the heaven’s fountain.
An island circled by four seas and two enormous oceans
With coral reefs and rocky shores assailed by waves in motion.

Now it stands, the test of time fulfilled, in all its unique beauty.
A nation, a people, the spirit of The Anzac, those who know to do their duty.
Where pioneers are still at work on lonesome farms and stations,
With crowded cities and country towns, a vibrant growing nation.
From all corners of the earth we came, to prosper and be free.
There is hope in the hearts of our children, the seed that grows a great tree.
In all fields of human endeavour we take our place with the best in the world.
We are proud to be known as Australian and rejoice when our flag is unfurled.

There’s the unrivalled beauty of the outback and our beaches’ golden sands.
The ruby red of deserts, the mighty eucalypts’ great stands.
The coast adorned with coral, the cloudless sky’s best blue.
The coloured walls of gorges and the wattle’s golden hue.
The low plateaux and mountains, sunken canyons teeming with life.
Hidden valleys flourishing forests, alpine snow and jewel stars in the night.
Ghost Gums that grow in the desert, sentinels against the great sky.
Rainforests the last remnants of history, and the tropical grass plains nearby.

This is the land of The Southern Cross, and flooding rivers that run to the sea.
A dry centre of deserts and claypans, salt lakes, and hot winds that blow free.
Where monsoons deluge the tropics as rain rolls in with lightning and thunder.
Where birds of the world visit yearly and the dance of the brolga brings wonder.
This is the place where the perfume of eucalypts wafts on the blue hazed fresh air
As the white cockatoo, ‘roo and wallaby too, roam free and without any care.
Our own native birds, too colourful for words, fly in flocks too great to be numbered
While the koala sits in his leafy green tree and spends hour after hour in quiet slumber.

Australia is not just a land we have a history that shines,
We address each new challenge with passion, our potential shall not be confined.
We have mines brimming with riches and oceans teeming with life,
We have food in abundance from a land that sustains our wildlife.
Diverse in religion and culture, politically free we’ll say where we roam
I’m proud to be part of a great nation, I call Australia My Home.