AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)


Tuesday, April 3, 2012


The unusual presentation of this grave at Flinders cemetery - at the southern reaches of Mornington Peninsula on Westernport Bay - attracted me.
The hat seemed to strike a cheeky, casual pose and the plaque seemed to oddly grace what looks like wooden sign posts at a cross road.
Not till I viewed this grave more closely did I realise that this was not a grave for Kenneth and Amy.
Kenneth's surname was Amy.

Grave with character
Jaunty tilt of an old hat
Some life still lives on

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Anonymous said...

i like the concept of a grave with character

Anonymous said...

that is kind of weird and disconcerting

semantic feeling

hamilton said...

I'm not sure about the hat, but the rest of it I rather like.

Julie said...

It is a most eclectic grave: a bushman's hat; a middle-ages breast-plate; two highway markers. And a striking quantity and variety of plants growing on his grave. My guess is that Kenneth Amy was a knock-about larrikin.

Francisca said...

Oh, and I think the hat is superb! What a sign of individuality! I too thought the grave was for a woman named Amy... glad you set me straight, Gemma. Nice find!

Deb said...

There is certainly a very personal statement made by this grave marker. Your haiku sums it up very eloquently.

Sondra said...

What an unusual Grave marker...its really says something about the man beneath it...

CaT said...

hahahahaha. i found that very funny. not amy, but mr amy. :)
what is the hat made of?



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