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ACT National Arboretum Canberra a Tribute to Nature.

Aboretum panorama 1.

Arboretum panorama 1.

These views show the immensity of this project it is far from established. Even at this stage it is well worth visiting. The work is still in progress for people and Mother Nature to complete the work. Nature is unmatched, by man’s hand and she cannot be rushed. I would like to see the forests when they are established in ten; twenty or thirty years (I will have to be lucky) The people who have dreamed up this whole project are  impressive artists in many fields. But like the poem by Joyce Kilmer.

Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

There are two exceptional sculptures and spectacular architecture.

 The sculpture is a tribute to Dorothea Mackellar and her poem, My Country. The start of this poem is appropriate to Pauline and I. To get a more comprehensive idea of the area and history hit this link to Pauline’s post. I am more interested in the sculpture and the tribute to Mother Nature.

Panorama made up of 3 photos by Pauline.

Panorama made up of 3 photos by Pauline.

The wide brown land sculpture that can be seen from many vantage points, the words are in Dorothea Mackellar’s hand writing. To me it is not a small achievement, it was a combined effort of skilled artist and craftsmen.  Imagine the marking out of the steel plates, the forming and welding the grinding and smoothing and the shifting into place.

 The Village Centre houses the Bonsai and Penjing collection and many other things of interest.

We walked into an established forest area and smelled barbeque cooking.  There was a man cooking at a powered barbeque and a lady. Click went my camera I like photos of people enjoying life.

I spoke to the man “I just took a photo of you and your lady she looked so at peace.”

“My wife is praying.”

“That’s nice I follow the Buddha’s path and meditate.”

“It is all good.” He replied.

“Enjoy. “were my parting word.

I thought what a nice couple appreciating nature in the peaceful forest, nature’s cathedral or mosque. As he said all is good. The wide brown land is a multinational land where people are generally accepting and respectful of each other’s customs and this enhances life with the different foods and a variety of dress.

Dorothea Mackellar was in London when she wrote the poem My Country. I often recalled the poem when I was working in New Zealand. New Zealand is a wonderful country but there is no place like home.

 

My Country.

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.

Of ordered woods and gardens

Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

Natures art.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,

The Kiss.

The Kiss.

And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold –
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land –
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand –
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown countryArboretum JC
My homing thoughts will fly.

Dorothea Mackellar

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Love and smiles go together.

Love and smiles go together.

Spreading love.

Jasmine freely gives its cent with love.

Jasmine freely gives its scent with love.

The fragrance of Jasmine on the evening breeze, every sight and every sound love is all around. It started at my nose; I can feel it in my toes. I see it in your loving eyes; it stretches to the bright blue skies. I hear music in your name; I know you feel the same.

Together in sunny weather.

Together in sunny weather.

You and I will dance together through every kind of weather. Waltzing through this world of wonder, we will smile through storms and thunder. We can dance in the rain, knowing the sun will shine again.

Sharing the sunrise together.

Sharing the sunrise together.

Till the dawning of a glorious brand new day, rest and pleasantly dream the night away. What wonders will the new day hold for the adventurous to unfold?  All these gifts are given free from the powers that be. No need to push and shove, for these presents that we love. Like a little girl and boy we jump with joy.

Smiles are infectious.

Smiles are infectious.

When you are having fun the time just seems to run. Sad but true my friend, all good times come to an end. Forced off the stage by the starry night, the sun gives us a parting delight by setting the clouds alight. The perfume is back once more, as delightful as before. Enjoying the gentle moonlight, we listen to the sounds of night. The sound of a wave breaking on a distant beach, or music almost beyond our audible reach; this is a perfect way to complete our day.

The tranquil restful moon or a symbol of romance.

The tranquil restful moon or a symbol of romance.

The sun shone bright in the golden morning light. There have been clouds and rain, then the sun shone again. Like children at play we are tired after a busy day. In the twilight hour smell the Frangipani flower, it is time to reflect, did we spend the hours giving complements and flowers, helping those in need of care, and smiling in times of despair?

Frangipani a pleasure to the eye and a joy to the nose.

Frangipani a pleasure to the eye and a joy to the nose.

We have learned a thing or two today, we can tackle tomorrow in a better way. Now it is time to rest knowing we have done our best. We rest our heads in the land of the unknown, not knowing if we can find our way back home. So never forget to say good night my dear I love you. Do not leave the world any sorrow, if you cannot find your way back tomorrow.

A glorious sunset. hope to see many more.

A glorious sunset. hope to see many more.

When we live our life with love and thank the stars above, grateful for nature’s gifts, we find our fortune lifts. Instead of greed and sorrow we look forward to tomorrow. Every day is full of fun to be shared with everyone. With kind thoughts and compassion, love will become the fashion. Everyone will see your smile and want to join the style.

Only a vegetable  could  resist her smile.

Only a vegetable could resist her smile.

Love is a contagious condition with no regard to your position. The poor and wealthy, the sick and the healthy, they all fall in love, all it takes is a little shove. Greet everyone in the street, smile at every one you meet. See how love spreads like wild-fire, its warmth killing greed and desire. Smiles give a better return, than your money can earn.

Music, smiles and beautiful people are priceless.

Music, smiles and beautiful people are priceless.

“Did I hear you yawn? Come sleep with me till dawn.” Did I leave something out, is that all love is about? “Good golly Miss Molly, we sure had a ball! Yes, that was fun, but now I am eighty-one.”  I will give you a hug and say, “I will love you forever and a day, or till the world runs out of time.” Those are words of a song, it’s time for bed not a sing along.

 

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