Home.
If not by the bluest sea,
then the prairie.
If not dazzled by waves of gold,
then the desert.
If not surrounded by countless diamonds,
then the hills.
If not one with the green and black fragrant trees,
then the city.
If not bustling along in the crowd,
then I don't know any other place,
because Australia,
anyone could call home.
Author notes
I was marveling about the landscape..
A contest entry
- Tour De Monde - Stage 1 by Errant Panther.
300 points, ended June 5, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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This piece serves as an effective overview of the ever changing landscape of Australia from one coast to the other. There is a minor spelling flaw in this line: "If not one with the green and black fragnant trees" it should be "fragrant". despite that this is a good effort.
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