Hello from Australia.

[SARIAH]

ANTHEM AUSTRALIA Matilda. ©

Once upon a Dreamtime, we camped by a Billabong
Under the shade of a Coolabah tree.
And we sang as we danced, in this free land God gave to me
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

God bless Australia, God bless Australia.
Home of the Anzacs, the brave and the free.
Blessed by Our Lord, and Our God is Australia.
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

We'll sing songs of praise and of thanks for Australia.
For wealth from our earth, our shores and the seas.
These bounteous gifts, with toil, fill our tuckerbags.
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

God bless Australia, God bless Australia.
Home of the Anzacs, the brave and the free.
Blessed by Our Lord, and Our God is Australia.
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

We'll sing praise to God for His blessings to you and me
To live in Australia ... a land of the free ...
Jewel of the seas, is our Great South Land Australia.
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

God bless Australia, God bless Australia.
Home of the Anzacs, the brave and the free.
Blessed by Our Lord, and Our God is Australia.
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Lyrics adapted and written by Janadele Ryman Stewart.   <))>><
To the tune of Waltzing Matilda.
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[Rev.Cambeul]

ANTHEM AUSTRALIA Matilda. ©

Once upon a Dreamtime, we camped by a Billabong
...
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Lyrics adapted and written by Janadele Ryman Stewart.
To the tune of Waltzing Matilda.

I'm tempted to do my own adaption and writing ....

Racial Greetings sister from South Australia,

Welcome to RL Forum. I know that being LDS, you wont be joining our Church; but rest assured, Ben Klassen admired your Church so much, he dedicated a whole chapter of one of our Holy Books to it. And he brought his daughter up as a Mormon, and she in turn has brought her children and grandchildren up as Mormons.

It is or was ironic that when living on the North Carolina property, there were Creators living as Creators; but when any of them went for dinner with the Klassen family, Creators had to watch the family go through the motions of prayer to the god that Creativity rejects.

... But then, if we could predict irony, we'd all be millionaires.

Once again, welcome to RL Forum, sister, and RaHoWa!

@Cailen.

[Sturmkrieger]

Welcome to the Racial Loyalty forum! Glad to have you with us!

RAHOWA! from the United States

[SARIAH]

  Thank you Br.Sturmkrieger, 

[JefSlatts]

ANTHEM AUSTRALIA Matilda. ©

Thats Cool

[SARIAH]

JOADJA Creek.  ©

Yesteryear ... yesterday
Oh so many passed your way.
Full of hopes, full of dreams ...
Those men who worked the shale seams.

Ladies plied their womanly ways
As their children laughed at play.
Dappled sunlight filtered through
As evening brought its' velvet hue.

The School of Arts
Lit up the night
With song and dance,
A merry sight.

Joadja Creek we love you still
Cradled by those ageless hills ...
Tucked away from sight and sound
So the wildlife still abounds.

Wild goats roam the hills at will ...
Venturing down to drink their fill
Of waters... clean and clear and cool
Which eddy down to mirror pools.

Wombats wobble from our way ...
The whispering elms still have their say.
Goannas scale the trees to view,
Then we see the herds of roo.

Oh if it could but stay this way
Air like crystal ... sharp and still.
Sunlight glistening through the glades
On sparkling pools, till daylight fades.

For now the stream is pure and clean
Meandering through this nook of dreams,
In beauteous ways ... so hard to say
And trees grow wild, in vast array.

Still we feel the presence here
Of many a soul who spent their years,
Nurtured here beneath the cliffs.
A world apart ... yet still with fears.

The harshness of the wind and wet
The roar of fire ... racing yet.
Of sickness, and the pangs of death,
Far away from kin they left.

Yet the days were mellow too
And daily order was the way.
Youth were schooled, and had their say
And life ... much as it is today.

Except, there was a magic here
Fruit grew sweet; and meat was lean.
Flowers bloomed ... all produce too ...
And homes were neat, an ideal scene.

Now, amid the ruins we stand
Soul to soul, entwined and bound.
Blended with the earth, are we
As memories echo the hills around.

Janadele Ryman Stewart.                                  <: )))>><
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