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Have you ever seen a Pelicans Nest?.
They are really hard to find. This old Australian poem has been in the back of my mind since I read it at school ( a very long time ago!! I think because I’d never seen a pelican back then!!)

“THE HORSES were ready, the rails were down,
But the riders lingered still,
One had a parting word to say,
And one had his pipe to fill.
Then they mounted, one with a granted prayer,
And one with a grief unguessed.
“We are going,” they said as they rode away, “Where the pelican builds her nest!”

They had told us of pastures wide and green, To be sought past the sunset’s glow; Of rifts in the ranges by opal lit; And gold ’neath the river’s flow.
And thirst and hunger were banished words When they spoke of that unknown West; No drought they dreaded, no flood they feared, Where the pelican builds her nest!

The creek at the ford was but fetlock deep When we watched them crossing there; The rains have replenished it thrice since then, And thrice has the rock lain bare.
But the waters of Hope have flowed and fled, And never from blue hill’s breast Come back—by the sun and the sands devoured, Where the pelican builds her nest…..
Mary Hannay Foott. 1881

Where the Pelican Builds her nest

Meg Lewer

AUD$750
Size: 45w x 45h x 2d cms
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Original Inks and acrylic on board
Choice of 4 framing options
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Have you ever seen a Pelicans Nest?.
They are really hard to find. This old Australian poem has been in the back of my mind since I read it at school ( a very long time ago!! I think because I’d never seen a pelican back then!!)

“THE HORSES were ready, the rails were down,
But the riders lingered still,
One had a parting word to say,
And one had his pipe to fill.
Then they mounted, one with a granted prayer,
And one with a grief unguessed.
“We are going,” they said as they rode away, “Where the pelican builds her nest!”

They had told us of pastures wide and green, To be sought past the sunset’s glow; Of rifts in the ranges by opal lit; And gold ’neath the river’s flow.
And thirst and hunger were banished words When they spoke of that unknown West; No drought they dreaded, no flood they feared, Where the pelican builds her nest!

The creek at the ford was but fetlock deep When we watched them crossing there; The rains have replenished it thrice since then, And thrice has the rock lain bare.
But the waters of Hope have flowed and fled, And never from blue hill’s breast Come back—by the sun and the sands devoured, Where the pelican builds her nest…..
Mary Hannay Foott. 1881

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