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OFF TOPIC => WORLD NEWS => General => Topic started by: meehalych on February 05, 2012, 10:31:31
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Thousands of Australians were forced to abandon their homes on Sunday as a record deluge swept through areas still reeling from last year's devastating floods, claiming its first life.
Police ordered the 3,800 residents of the town of St George, in northern Queensland state, to evacuate as rising floodwaters raced towards record heights, threatening to cut the one remaining exit road.
In the town of Roma, further north, a woman whose car was swept from a flooded roadway became the disaster's first official victim Sunday, with searchers finding her body two days after she first went missing.
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/rising-australian-floodwaters-force-mass-evacuation-062929935.html (http://uk.news.yahoo.com/rising-australian-floodwaters-force-mass-evacuation-062929935.html)
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This crazy weather again :undecided: Hope all our members are ok ..
We got our first good rains for ages today (but I don't think any flooding in Tassie) :confused:
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There is a poem we were all taught at school:
I love a sunburnt country
A land of sweeping plains
Of ragged mountain ranges
Of droughts and flooding rains
I love her far horizons
I love her jewel sea
Her beauty and her terrors
The wide brown land for me.
Says it all really.
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:wss::goodjob: :mrgreen:
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There is a poem we were all taught at school:
I love a sunburnt country
A land of sweeping plains
Of ragged mountain ranges
Of droughts and flooding rains
I love her far horizons
I love her jewel sea
Her beauty and her terrors
The wide brown land for me.
Says it all really.
It's a great poem and here it is in full, thanks to Dorothea MacKellar. Incidentally she wrote it in England at about the age of 19. She was homesick.
OK, I've had several goes at posting this. I've cut and pasted from a website. Then I cut and pasted into a Word doc and then copied into here. I keep getting this small print. Hopefully one of the other mods or admin can fix it and let me know what I'm doing wrong for future reference.
"My Country"
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 droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
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.
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.
Dorothea Mackellar
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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 droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
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.
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.
Dorothea Mackellar lellar
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Thanks mate. So how did you do it?
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Thanks mate. So how did you do it?
Well, when I copied your text and pasted it into Openoffice it turned out to be of normal size, then I pasted the text here, chose Font size - 8, pressed Review, made sure the final text would look normal and posted the text. :undecided:
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Nice words :)
I've cut and pasted from a website...
If you're doing that, you need to turn this off in the "look and layout" part of your profile:
"Show WYSIWYG editor on post page by default."
The WYSIWYG editor is notoriously buggy
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Nice words :)
I've cut and pasted from a website...
If you're doing that, you need to turn this off in the "look and layout" part of your profile:
"Show WYSIWYG editor on post page by default."
The WYSIWYG editor is notoriously buggy
Thanks guys
Wysiwyg now deactivated. :cool: