Harry Morant (William Henry Ogilvie Poems)
Harry Morant was a friend I hadIn the years long passed away,A chivalrous, wild and reckless lad,A knight born out ...
Poems about bucking (21 Poems)
The Day That Is Dead (Harry Breaker Morant Poems)
Ah, Jack! Time finds us feeble men, And all too swift our years have flown.The days are different now to then ...
Big Wind (Theodore Roethke Poems)
Where were the greenhouses going,Lunging into the lashingWind driving waterSo far down the riverAll the faucets stopped?-So we drained the ...
Black Men (Gloria Wade-Gayles Poems)
Black Men areStallionskickingbuckingbitingStallionsrefusing their backsto those who comewith mapsropessaddlesandspurssharpenedThey gallopgallopgallop awayfast fast fast fastlike wild Stallionsmaking winds of dustleaving no ...
The Truant (Edwin John Pratt Poems)
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
The Boy On The Prairie (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"At thirteen he first saw a railway trainWith all the amazing violence of the wheels,And the coughing engine, and the ...
The Night Quatrains (Charles Cotton Poems)
THE Sun is set, and gone to sleep With the fair princess of the deep, Whose bosom is his cool ...
My Mate Bill (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
That's his saddle on the tie-beam, And them's his spurs up thereOn the wall-plate over yonder — ...
The Old Bullock Dray (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
Oh ! the shearing is all over, And the wool is coming down,And I mean to get a ...
A Declaration Of War (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
This is the yarn that M'Larty told by the brazier fire,Where over the mud-filled trenches the star-shells blaze and expire ...
The Squatter’s Man (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
Come, all ye lads an' list to me,That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,To try your fortune, bound or ...
Sea Dreams (Burt Franklin Jenness Poems)
If you've ever stood a midwatch in the cavern of the night,With the sea wolves racing past you in a ...
That Bucking Bronk, Coyote (Curley Fletcher Poems)
We called him old Coyote, and we claimed that he could step;A cowboy came up from the south that had ...
The High-Heeled Boots (Arthur Chapman Poems)
He stands upon the city street, keen-eyed, and brown of face,He seems to bring a breath of air from some ...
The Long Trail (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
L’Envoi (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
For John Clare (John Ashbery Poem)
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
The Man From Eldorado (Robert William Service Poems)
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He's gaunt as ...
When Dacey rode the Mule (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
'TWAS to a small, up-country town, When we were boys at school, There came a circus with a clown, Likewise ...
In the Stable (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
The Water’s Chant (Philip Levine Poems)
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...