It’s Poetry Friday. Last week I shared Dorothea Mackellar’s famous ‘My Country’ and it had such a lovely response that I thought I might share another classic Australian poem this week.
This one is perhaps less well known. It’s a ballad, by a Scottish-born Australian poem Mary Hannay-Foott. It’s a little haunting, but one I’m very fond of – enough that I included it in my Teaching Poetry book.
Where the Pelican Builds Her Nest
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)
That last stanza is a wee bit heart breaking, and I believe that the poem was written about two brothers who went off searching for fertile farming land (the pelicans build nests where there is water and food) and never returned. There is more about the poem here.
Coincidentally, I shared earlier this week, a lesson idea for guiding students to write sad poems. It is only as I write this post that I realise this poem is a really good example.
I’m off today to a small literary festival not far from home, so I’ll be checking in on the rest of the Poetry Friday fun a little later. Heidi will be hosting the roundup. Have a great Friday!
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Looking for Eden, by Caroline Overington (Audible original). this was a fairly easy listen – an audio-only book with some mystery, some family issues and twists and turns.


