We all love Nature and each country of the world has its own unique flora and fauna which is special to the people who live in it, be it the bush and countryside itself or glorious beach sites and wonderful coastlines
and of course the wildlife!
In the busy world of today and with Tourism flourishing globally it is sometimes difficult to literally have a break and really "Get Away From It All" but not impossible, and if for some reason we
cannot physically do it then there is always modern technology to turn to with wonderful Documentary Programs like National Geographic and its spectacular photography of the natural world and also Sir David Attenborough and his crews with incredible
visual birds-eye view and information on many many species of wildlife from all over the world.
However we manage to get our Nature Medicine, let's be honest with ourselves: We All Need It Occasionally in our busy and hectic lives especially those of
us who live and work in a large city and its much nicer and better for our overall mind and body health to make the time to do it whether from a relaxing armchair(psst; don't forget to switch off the phone) for a hour or two, or physically go to the
For myself and members of my young family we were fortunate enough to travel Australia and see the bush and nature in reality for a few years and also live in small settled areas of it many of which inspired my writings.
Now adults, today one of my sons lives between the 'outback and coast' in Queensland and one lives in the wilds of Tasmania. Another son lives a busy hectic life in the middle of Sydney in NSW and every chance he gets clears out to the bush, campfires tents
and all(no 5 star hotels and Getaway Packages) and breathes deeply again before going back to the city skyline and all its madness and rush. My daughter also lives out of a city with both bushland and coastline.
To many writers and
poets Nature has coloured their imagination and world. The same can be said for artists as well and we are very lucky to have it do so.
Even Shakespeare wrote of 'flowers' and their beauty( as well as human affairs.) Ralph Waldo Emerson....one of my
favourite early American authors wrote on Nature but could also write about human affairs as in The Scholar, and who could forget the beautiful works of English writer and poet Mason and his love for the sea"I must go down to the sea again, the
lonely sea and the sky and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by!"
Great artists like Van Gough painted the still-life of Sunflowers which look so real you would swear they are.
Constable painted the immortal Haywain and many other
country life works, and these are just a couple I have mentioned.
Here in Australia we had "Banjo" Paterson and his immortal works along with Henry Lawson......sometimes referred to here in Australia as( 'the people's poet) and his
Both men wrote of the Aussie bush, its wildlife as well as the 'bush folk' who lived on the land. Their written works inspired the 20th century modern painter Pro Hart who hailed from outback NSW in a town called Broken Hill.
His unique and sometimes amusing style terrified a lot of the 'purists' (who eventually became used to it) but lent wonderful colour to the words as in accompanying picture "A Bush Christening", painted in 1974 the poem written by Paterson.
McCubbin was another wonderful Aussie painter from the late 1800's to early 1900's who also painted the bush but in a traditional style.
Another great Aussie author Ruth Park wrote mainly for children with the ' Blinky Bill Series' (about
a Koala and his adventures) and also 'Snuggle Pot and Cuddle Pie' cute characters she conceived from Gumnuts.....the nuts on Gumtrees!
Today as in yesterday, wherever we live in the world Nature is a inspiration and those of us who are lucky enough
to be able to write or paint celebrating and acknowledging her myriad of " wonders" want to share those wonders in our own words and perception for others to enjoy. To me as a writer and poet, we are blessed to be able to do so.
THE AUSTRALIAN BUSH.
I would gather in the essence of the Bush and harvest her beauty in my heart
Rejoicing in every leaf budding tip and Eucalyptus Gum branch.
Aye she calls to me this Sovereign lady of Australia, beautiful of form and as
graceful as a ballerina.
She touches my soul with her creatures and caresses my senses with her perfume.
She is unique, wild untamed and yet in places where man has been, remains
Defiant, and still resplendent!
tip pushing upward raising innocent young head to the sun
And pretty butterflies dance upon the greenery
As native bees hover over the petals of emerging flower securing the pollen,
taking the precious treasure back to
Golden halls of nectar made honeycomb.
And even spider with web of silk and gossamer is busy
Weaving, weaving, weaving
barren fence line and adorn it with silver coloured delight.
The majesty of the countryside instills in me serenity and peace.
It is not English or European yet holds a beauty all its own
pine for sight of her glory
Magpies and Finches go about their business and Wombat waddles through his daily tasks
Eagle soars atop mountain peaks and trout swim freely in the rivers.
Wait for me......
I will return.......
One day when city life is over.
For now I am content with memories still fresh and sweet and
it is enough, although I would trade city
bed for bracken couch in a moment.
Still I must wait
But soon the Bush will adorn my world again.
Ah, that will be a sweet day indeed and I will
Thank God for it.
(C) F.V.HORSLEY. (1995)
SNOWY RIVER SONG.
The Snowy gleamed silver glass, Hummingbird flying past
Touched the water gently with his beak, and Lo! The
mighty river began to speak.
I tell you tales of a Dreaming land before the earth knew animal or man
When giant gums ruled the banks of my world
And Wattle their golden boughs unfurled
Towards the sun towards the sky their deep
roots in the earth hidden by
Leaves of ages mulch of Time
Before written word, before any rhyme
or Reason could disturb the Beauty, or perturb
The sheer majesty and wondrous might, before the coming of the night.
I tell you tales of early days, roving cattle and carting drays
Hidden gorges wreathed in wealth, the yellow Dingo and his quiet stealth
As he walked the floor of valleys free and knew the names of grasses and trees.
tell you tales of homesteads too where English wife in her garden grew
Herbs from back home in Cottage Garden style new.
Tales of Swagmen walking the track and expectant prospectors who didn't look back.
Tales of drought and fires and
Tales of joy when Peace retained.....
The red earth's beauty amongst scattered shoots of green
When ochres and yellows against blue sky could be seen
mixed in the palette with orange and rose; a rainbow land as everyone
I tell you tales of Emu Plain where brumbies romped in Autumn silver rain
Filling their bellies before first snow
In rugged Snowy Mountain country where no man with sense would go.
I'd tell you more
tales but now I am tired, no longer a blushing young bride
Years have seen my body grow thin, the weight of progress caving in
On weary breast dammed up tight, tired mind can no longer fight
The sound which echoes in my waters day after
Come now Old One to the ocean's spray!
Where your aching arms will hold up high, fresh young infant child
Born of memory aeons past, and at it all he will laugh
Smiling and happy he will tell his tales
Of quiet Winter sun and maddened gales
And perhaps too before he is done, he will tell you he is the son
Of a mighty river full and rich sparkling like diamonds in a sky of black pitch
Of raibow trout and silver threaded tails
jacks who always hung on to their pails....
Tales of rolling hills and mountains tall and strong, and the never ending melody of
The Snowy River Song!