Iconic Australia is a place of corrugated iron roofs in shades of rust and grey
Where centuries old fireplaces seemingly prop up sagging walls
And sandstone cottages peek out from behind lilac bushes and autumnal vines.
It’s where lush arbors and lawns are the envy of every green keeper
And weatherboard cottages framed by palomino palings are skewed by time.
It’s where lichen and moss adorn tree trunks like winter jackets
And walkways flanked by intoxicating lavender are a prelude to winter
This is Australia
Glorious relics of a colonial era
Of bygone Georgian and Victorian days
© 2014 Francesca Muir