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| When Sydney and the Bush first met there was no open ground and men and girls, in chains and not, all made an urgent sound. |  | Then convicts bled and warders bred, and Bush went back and back, and men of Fire and of Earth became White men and Black. |
 | When Sydney ordered lavish books and warmed her feet with coal the Bush came skylarking to town and gave poor folk a soul. |  |
| Then bushmen sank and factories rose and warders set the tone - the Bush, in quarter-acre blocks helped families hold their own. |  | When Sydney and the Bush meet now there is antipathy and fashionable suburbs float at night far out to sea. |
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3 comments:
Beautiful nature shots and colours/tones! Love them all as well as the lay-out of your post. Very well done!
I love the way you've done that - how did you do it?
Such a lovely original way to focus on an interesting poem.
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