Monday, February 02, 2009

True Blue Aussie Scrapping Competition

Just a reminder that this has kicked off, and voting begins on Challenge 1 Monday 2nd February and Challenge 2 goes up. It's not too late to sign up, and go travelling with us around this great country of ours!
New, and International members, most welcome!
Each week, you will be presented with a new and exciting, True Blue Aussie challenge, and in keeping with the Aussie spirit, no one is eliminated in this competition.
Judging will be by peer and DT voting.

Bring a friend to the comp and receive a RAK!

Australian Scenery
by A.B. Banjo Patterson
The Mountains
A land of sombre, silent hills, where mountain cattle go
By twisted tracks, on sidelings deep, where giant gum trees grow
And the wind replies, in the river oaks, to the song of the stream below.
A land where the hills keep watch and ward, silent and wide awake
As those who sit by a dead campfire, and wait for the dawn to break,
Or those who watched by the Holy Cross for the dead Redeemer's sake.

A land where silence lies so deep that sound itself is dead
And a gaunt grey bird, like a homeless soul, drifts, noiseless, overhead
And the world's great story is left untold, and the message is left unsaid.

The Plains
A land as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow
Or the plains are blackened and burnt and bare, where the false mirages go
Like shifting symbols of hope deferred -- land where you never know.
Land of plenty or land of want, where the grey Companions dance,
Feast or famine, or hope or fear, and in all things land of chance,
Where Nature pampers or Nature slays, in her ruthless, red, romance.

And we catch a sound of a fairy's song, as the wind goes whipping by,
Or a scent like incense drifts along from the herbage ripe and dry
Or the dust storms dance on their ballroom floor, where the bones of the cattle lie.

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