I love a sunburnt country. A land of sweeping plains. Of ragged mountain ranges. Of droughts and flooding rains.
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Do you know the poem? Trees.
I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.
Miss Baxter taught it to us at Helen St a few years ago.
I like trees!!
Yes, a lovely poem Trees, I don't think Miss Baxter taught it, or anything else to me!
You are right. Miss Baxter was my teacher for a couple of years and was a great teacher. Glad you have heard the pome.
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