Thomas A Spencer understood the great pull of the Australian bush, the relentless tugging the Great Southern Land has on those fortunate enough to have called Australia home.
And in all those decades between his yearning and mine, the same gum trees still stand poised, the same feilds flush green with wild wheat, and very quickly golden again with the first heats. The granduer and culture and excitement of Europe can never drown out the whispering call, the beckoning within our hearts to return home. The voice is quiet, but relentless.
“And my eager soul is panting, for the freedom of the bush.”