Australia Day is by far my favourite holiday; it leaves Christmas and New Year's for dust. This year was no different.
I would be more than happy to hang out with my mates poolside, eating lamingtons and guessing what song will be
number one in the hottest 100, but to get paid for it just puts icing on the cake.
There are so many reasons why I get misty eyed over how gorgeous this sunburnt country is, but it is much nicer (ie.
eloquent) just to read this poem by Henry Lawson.
[image via: State Library of Queensland]
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