26 January 1788
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                                 A Fibonacci Poem for Australia Day Â
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                                                     That
                                                     Day
                                                That year
                                                 Long ago
                                         Marking the landing
                                Of the First Fleet – eleven ships
                 Carrying the sad cargo of the condemned and damned
       That day today we celebrate as Australia Day – the birth of a new nation
Bathed in warm sunshine, may she prosper fair and black, or any other pretty colour
                 The Promised Land of great riches and blessed Freedom
                                        Citizenship ceremonies
                                            For the lucky ones
                                              Fireworks! Wow!
                                                  Fun day
                                                      For
                                                      AllÂ
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                                        © irina dimitric 2013
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Challenge: Use prose or poetry to write something (fiction, nonfiction, or essay) about the month of January. Go to The History Place, pick one of the entries, and write about it.
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Comments: 49
Thanks for taking the SatWE challenge and for sharing with Gather’s Luminous Writers & Artists where it's now featured.
The feature is an honour. Thank you so much.
I'm looking forward to the feature, thank you so much.
I also sent you a friend request. I hope you'll accept me as your friend.
stroke-stroke-stroke-gasp~for~air-stroke-stroke-stroke
Thank you for sharing and submitting to
The Surreal Circus.
This poem qualifies.
Hurray! Will you have a link later on?
http://www.narratoraustralia.com/
It was published today as scheduled. I can't tell you how excited I am. Thank you ever so much, Susan. Without your suggestion I would never have dared to submit anything for publishing.
So good to see yo back, Mustafa. I missed your wonderful posts.
It reminds me of Emme Lazarus's poem engraved on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty in New York.
Your poem should be carved on the most popular monument(s) of Australia.
You live in a wonderful country, Irina.
“The New Colossus”
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Emma LAZARUS
The poem by Emma Lazarus is beautiful, very moving. Thank you so much for posting it to me.