Another sample from the now 130-strong collection, currentlt dubbed Mythinformation, These are widely believed tales that have no basis in fact.
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Ask Australians to quote from Mackellar’s poem My Country, and most will begin with “I love a sunburnt country…” While those words do in fact appear in the poem, that is the start of the second verse.
In 1908, Mackellar was a homesick Australian girl
holidaying in England. In the late 1890s, she had watched a drought break on
Torryburn Station, in the Hunter Valley of NSW. She marvelled as the brown and
dusty country went green, almost as she watched. The drought had run for most
of the 1890s, but in the end, the rains came and the land bounced back.
Drought on the Darling River, near Bourke.
A decade on, in prim, ordered England, she described the
magic that is Australia, in a poem that she called Core of My Heart. The first verse tells us something important
which she had noticed about the English and some of her fellow Australians,
late in the 19th century. Core of My
Heart begins like this:
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.
Then in the second verse we reach the “sunburnt country”
part that we all know, the lines that describe our present-day relish for our
surroundings.
I love a sunburnt
country,
A land of sweeping plains
Of ragged mountain ranges
Of drought and flooding rains,
I love her far horizons
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror —
The wide brown land for me!
— Copied scrupulously from the ms copy in the State Library of NSW.
In the middle of the 19th century, a diminishing number of
well-off Australians would have been puzzled by Mackellar’s love of the alien
Australian landscape. Some still wanted fields and coppices in the Antipodes,
but their number was fading. Sadly, there are still a few conservative peasants
in the Peasants’ Party who viscerally hate The Bush. By the way, Mackellar’s
sunburnt country was not a new expression. The
South Australian Advertiser (Adelaide), 21 February 1883, 4, offered this:
…there seems a
probability that those who come after will be shown pits and hollows excavated
by “American scoops” choked up with mud and debris, and told these were the
ideas their forefathers had of providing in a dry and sunburnt country for water conservation and irrigation.
When Australia had its gold rush, free people came from all
over the world, the flow of convicts was shut off, and Australian society
changed, very fast. People learned to love the difference.