On Dorothea Mckellar's My Country

One of Australia's all time great poems she did write A poem many Aussies feel proud to recite A poem that has moved migrant Aussies to tears My Country will live on for centuries of years. As a poet one can say that her equals are few Of the nostalgia of the migrant Dorothea McKellar knew She penned My Country in England of homesickness feeling down The poem that assured her of literary renown. A poem that in Aussie migrants awake memories Of the Land of the waratahs and the gum trees Of emu, echidna, koala and platypus, wombat and roo Kookaburra, rosella, lyrebird, lorikeet and cockatoo. On the great mountain ash trees the pied currawong The dark birds it is said that have rain in their song Sing out karrawang in the wind and the rain The Aussie migrants are back in their home woods again. In the outback many miles from the nearest big town The drought stricken paddocks looking bare and brown In McKellar's My Country the rural migrant Aussies see The beauty they loved in their Homeland Country. My Country from Dorothea McKellar's pen A poem loved by Aussie migrant women and men The migrants from the homeland may live far away But nostalgia for what was with them seem to stay.