:JoRDiE BaBe’S BlOg

In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty wet hole filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry bar sandy hole, with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort.

At the entrance of this hole was a small round like door painted neatly in green, as you entered this door you could see the walls were painted neatly with a musky green colour, the fireplace built with blackwood and covered in ashes from recent fires, windows surrounded the room letting in enormous amounts of light.

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I love my home Australia

the colours of green and gold

 surrounded by sparkling blue water

a community that never grows old

her mysterious out back country

 of dry sunburnt sweeping plains

i love her cocktail sunset

her days of teaming rains

A mass of native animals

 her awakening of the birds

the glistening of the flowers

 to adventurous for words

the dark blue misted

mountains hot UV rays of sun

her on going sapphire coloured sky

but some things must be done

Although we’re in a drought

the loging is expanding

 as tear drops fall from our horrored eyes

our country is demanding

 for we love our country dearly

but look what we have done

it’s time to put an end to it

for living treeless is no fun

As grey clouds start to gather

 lightning strikes thunder roars

raindrops fall to end a drought

 wild flowers blossum with applause

a sharing loving country

 one of many in the dome

 but most of all my favourite

 the country i call home

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