by Dorothea Mackellar 
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewelled sea,
Her beauty and her terror,
The wide brown land for me.
[to the best the old fogeys here can recall the words Saturday night.]
which does have the smell of nature, room for permaculture, while the parody
below conveys nicely the awful stink of too many contemporary conventional
Lawrence London's posting was
>Found in the alt.permaculture newsgroup:
Australian Broadcasting Corp. (ABC) site:
The Farmer & The Permaculturist
I love a well-kept country,
a land without a tree,
a land controlled by Round-Up,
not a weed in sight to see!
I love my back-pack sprayer,
it's pesticides and spray,
my chainsaw and my dozer,
no weeds get in my way!
By Mark Fry & Andre of Permaculture Noosa Inc
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