Red Earth
The first thing I wrote - A personal reflection on the living, breathing Land of the Dreaming.
Red Earth was the first text I ever scribed wholly. A personal reflection on the living, breathing Land of the Dreaming, the forty-nine-verse poem was written on my iPad Mini along the five-hour drive from Coolah to Wollongong when I was thirteen years old.
The Land is like my teeth.
White gums sprout from the heath
Of Red Earth.
Coolah is traditionally recognised as the land of the Wiradjuri and Kamilaroi People, and is believed to have been used as a meeting ground for the two tribes for centuries. It'll always hold a special place in my heart.
My gums are actually red, you see,
But the gum is white when a tree:
Tall, thick and branched out wide.
Leaves are mottled all over them
So the koalas can cling, eat, nap, hide.
At the time of travel, my family and I were on our way to visit my grandparents for Christmas in the forty-three degree Aussie heat. That year had been exceptionally dry for us. The backburning bushfires had settled by then, but every few kilometres we drove, a mini fire would still be alight. The smell was so riveting; so revitalising despite being difficult, heavy, to breathe in.
Burnt eucalyptus invades my nose,
Clears it thoroughly from the humidity.
But my eyes are now watering.
Unquestioning of Dreamtime's validity
To uplift and revive
The children, alive,
Of Red Earth.
I'd never been more proud to be Australian as we drove down dusty, rusty roads with our windows unwound and our foreheads sticking out to feel the cool gust, adrenaline rush, kind of air, and the music that filled us with life were songs of my homeland.
A mesmerizingly,
Terrifyingly
Spellbinding view
Of plunges and peaks,
Of deserts and creeks,
Of skies azure blue.
One of my favourite poems, My Country by Dorothea Mackellar, resonates so deeply within me. Having learned it by heart in primary school by the librarian's will, my soul cannot help but soar when it hears: 'I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains…'
I live in the sunburnt country!
I'm travelling the ragged mountain ranges
And through the droughts without the flooding rains.
Some say Red Earth possesses only terror
So how can there be such beauty
In her charred, ashy remains?
Mackellar's patriotic poem is easily recognised, but there is nothing more Aussie than Banjo Paterson's bush ballad Waltzing Matilda. It is Australia's unofficial national anthem, describing the wanderer's, the swagman's, life of solitude in the blazing outback as he steals a sheep and runs from the police. It's a tale of the roots of our culture; of mateship and mischief, and I still hum it absentmindedly on a daily basis.
Banjo's Matilda is dancing barefoot
On the dry dirt beneath a coolibah tree.
Her soles are coated in the ash black soot,
But she waltzes completely carefree.
And I'd like to be her someday;
Waltzing near my boiling billy,
Before relaxing with a cuppa tea.
I've always been charmed by the nature of Australian poetry. It illustrates the simple splendour found in such unbearable conditions – conditions that, experienced by 'All you who have not loved her, You will not understand'. Her words are timeless.
As we roll along Red Earth,
Banjo's billabong is something I'm yet to see.
I'm sure she's hiding her treasure somewhere
For a person, thirsty, just like me.
Australia's vast, untouched landscape is so overwhelmingly magnificent. Thirteen-year-old me knew I could never have described what I was seeing as crowd-rousingly as Mackellar. But I tried to make the poem reflect how my spirit was intertwining with ever-breathing, unceasing, most pleasing: Red Earth.
Despite my thirst,
I know Red Earth
Is far thirstier than me.
She is quite burnt,
But not all that hurt,
For she likes the heat.
Backburning aids in avoiding massive bushfires that simply get out of control too quickly. They are normally caused by extreme dryness and high temperatures, concentrated in one area. But, at times, people purposefully start these blazes, because they're bored, drunk off their faces. Still, Red Earth comes back thriving each time, unperturbed by the earlier disturbance.
She doesn't complain,
Nor hold resentment in vain.
For Red Earth is masterful, powerful, bold.
There's never been a doubt in my mind
That she'll always pay us back threefold.
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Comments (14)
Oh how I travelled vicariously through your tantalizing piece! I hope you find other venues who could publish this; some do accept previously published works as brilliant as this.
Masterfully written! I was transported to your world.
Congratulations on being Runner-up in the Writers challenge, and Top Story. I think you captured the spirit of our country, brilliantly.
Very good Claire! Makes me want to visit someday. Congrats on Runner Up!
Beautiful work, Claire!! I like the way you structured this. 😁Congratulations on your placement!!
Fascinating - I like your style
This is just wonderful writing. So descriptive, it reminded me of one of my favourite books," Blood Junction, by Caroline Carver." I love that book because of the Authors ability to transport me into the the unforgiving landscape of the Australian outback. You have just done the same thing with your words. Very well done. Congrats on Top Story.
Great doing
Your article on Earth is truly exceptional, you're a brilliant writer!
Impressive writing! Congratulations on a well-deserved Top Story!
In a lot of ways, you have created a beautiful photo with words to describe such a tumultuous landscape! This is awesome! Congratulations on your top story. You have a new subscriber. 😉
Nice story God bless
Great job and Congratulations on your Top Story🎉👌
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