This morning my partner and I celebrated the first day of spring with a walk along our section of the Linear Park and I took a few photographs …
On arriving home I found the following information and poem on Trove, a site that collects and shares a vast range of information relating to Australia including material from
libraries, museums, archives, repositories and other research and collecting organisations big and small.
Unfortunately our current government doesn’t consider this resource important and plans to cut its funding. If we lose Trove we lose an important resource: we lose our heritage including access to gems like Miss Veronica Mason’s poem.
A WATTLE POEM.
The wattle has inspired many Australian poets, from Henry Kendall, andAdam Lindsay Gordon downwards, but it is very interesting to notice that one ofthe prettiest poems about our national flower was written by one—Miss VeronicaMason—who, though a Lancashire girl by birth, learned to know and love the wattleduring her residence in Tasmania. Here is her poem:—The bush was greyA week to-day(Olive-green and brown and grey);But now the spring has come this way,With blossoms for the wattle.It seems to beA fairy tree;It dances to a melody,And sings a little song to me(The graceful, swaying wattle).See how it weavesIts feathery sheaves!Before the wind a maze it weaves,A misty whirl of powdery leaves—(The dainty, curtseying wattle)!Its boughs upliftAn elfin gift;A spray of yellow, downy drift,Through which the sunbeams shower andsiftTheir gold-dust o’er the wattle.The bush was greyA week to-day(Olive-green and brown and grey);But now its sunny all the way,For, oh! the spring has come to stay,With blossom for the wattle!