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Wattle Blooms After Rain
This land we call Australia, is home sweet home to me,
Where ever I may wander, sweet is the memory
Of silver sands, the ocean roar, tall trees and wide sparse plains,
But of all the lasting images, it’s wattle blooms after rain.
Sparkling in the sunlight, dancing in the breeze,
Creating magic in the bush the beautiful wattle trees
The perfume of its flowers encompass all around
The golden yellow hues of blossom on the ground.
The wattle is synonymous with Aussies’ greatest feats
The colours have been worn by our champion athletes
Its stamped upon our currency, floes high in banners plain,
But of all the lasting images, it’s wattle blooms after rain.
So here we are together on wattles special day
We come to bear it honour in a very special way
We recognise its beauty, the diverseness it contains
But of all the lasting images, it’s wattle blooms after rain.
© Joy Wornes
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