Thread: Who is planning a Simpson trip this season?

That "do" was The Big (Wet) Red Bash.

Originally Posted by 123rover50

I have been trying to get out there again the last two seasons but no go as its been too wet. I thought this year might be it ,but there was some kind of a do at Birdsville on TV this week and it was very wet out there. This year might be a bust too.

Keith

Think D2Dave is doing one in August.

I was lucky enough to go in mid May right before it got wet.

going in August.....crossing #3

It does seem a little strange that a proposed trip through a desert region might have to be postponed due to it being too wet!

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.

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.

The tragic ring-barked forests
Stark white beneath the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
An orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the crimson soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart around us
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold;
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown Country
My homing thoughts will fly.



Written by Dorothea MacKellar 1885-1967; published 1908; written 1906

Yes, well....

Originally Posted by V8Ian

And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.

Dorothea had a way with words, and an eye for reality. She should be compulsory reading.