Poems about pioneering (12 Poems)
Mostly Slavonic (Henry Lawson Poems)
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call a swag;And he tramped from Darkest Russia, that it might be dark no more,Dreaming of a port, and shipping, as … Continue reading
My Last Afternoon With Uncle Devereux Winslow (Robert Lowell Poems)
1922: the stone porch of my Grandfather’s summer house I“I won’t go with you. I want to stay with Grandpa!”That’s how I threw cold wateron my Mother and Father’swatery martini pipe dreams at Sunday dinner.… Fontainebleau, Mattapoisett, Puget Sound….Nowhere was … Continue reading
Could I hear the Kookaburras once again (John O Brien Poems)
May a fading fancy hover round a gladness that is over?May a dreamer in the silence rake the ashes of the past?So a spirit might awaken in the best the years have taken,And the Jove that left him lonely might … Continue reading
John Cornstalk (Henry Lawson Poems)
JACK CORNSTALK lives in the Southern Land- What says Cornstalk John?Jack Cornstalk says in a loud firm voice: ”Land of the South, lead on.” CHORUS: Land of the South, lead on, lead on, Land of the South, lead on! Land of the South, lead on, … Continue reading
Lines Addressed To Sir Alfred Stephen On His 90th Birthday (Emily Mary Barton Poems)
FRIEND, gliding near me on life’s widening stream,In whose long wake star-spangled ripples gleam,And from whose prow the pioneering lightKeenly dispels the gathering gloom of night;While, with spent oars quiescent at our side,Trustfully yielding to the ebbing tide,On which, with … Continue reading
Old Town Types No.1 – The Old Town (C J Dennis Poems)
Fierce on the wheat-sown Mallee plain The ruthless summer suns burned down,And dust-storms, heralding the rain,Swept thro’ the street and on again While tradesfolk cursed in the old white town.Of sand and line-stone stoutly built,She’d lived to prosper and to … Continue reading
Three Per Cent A Month (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
“Soft April sunshine sweetens all the world, Yes, even the county-town with smells of spring; And life is busy where the green blades shoot Through last year’s matted grasses, and crisp leaves At mid-forenoon light up the little maples Set … Continue reading
One Hundred Years (C J Dennis Poems)
Now, Batman, Prophet Batman, a hundred years ago, He looked upon this land and found it good.“‘Tis the place to build a village,” bold Batman said, and so They straight began – or so I’ve understood -To fling rude huts … Continue reading
Country Towns – Portland (C J Dennis Poems)
Here she hides, an aged dame. Here she dreams beside the waves.Ever baulked of modern fame And the deep-sea trade she craves.Tall ships, riding at her port, Waking her to life anew -Here she hides, and holds … Continue reading
Freedom on the Wallaby (Henry Lawson Poem)
Australia’s a big country An’ Freedom’s humping bluey, An’ Freedom’s on the wallaby Oh! don’t you hear ‘er cooey? She’s just begun to boomerang, She’ll knock the tyrants silly, She’s goin’ to light another fire And boil another billy. Our … Continue reading