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The Great Southern Land

There is no other land that you could see
With borders found on crystal blue seas
A harsh land of blazing sun
Red dirt gets into everything undone

The heat bursts on you as you open the car door
And you shield your eyes as the glare implores
Stand on a cliff and look out to sea
A cool sea breeze soothes as a salve I will see

Australia like no other land
Majestic and harsh under God’s command
Those who fought the battle with nature then
Built it all with their hands and blood when called to defend.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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