Wed 1 Mar 2006
Maroochidor is an Australian Beach town north of Brisbane. It is close to where I asked Briana to marry me. Here, my dad captures the East Australian Sunrise.
Here is a poem:
Parcel of Rogues
Fareweel to all our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel ev’n to the Scottish name,
Sae fam’d in martial story.
Now Sark rins over Solway sands,
An’ Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England’s province stands-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation !
What force or guile could not subdue,
Thro’ many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitor’s wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour’s station;
But English gold has been our bane-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation !
O would, ere I had seen the day
That Treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay
Wi’ Bruce and loyal Wallace !
But pith and power, till my last hour,
I’ll mak this declaration;
We’re bought and sold for English gold-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation !
Robert Burns
I think of all your father’s work - I like this one the most! I am currently trying to bag down painting a landscape that is somewhere between abstract and impressionism - and I find the bold colours in this one inspirational. Cool dad.