When the Ladies Come to the Shearing Shed (Henry Lawson Poems)
'THE LADIES are coming,' the super says To the shearers sweltering there,And 'the ladies' means in the shearing shed: 'Don't cut 'em ...
'THE LADIES are coming,' the super says To the shearers sweltering there,And 'the ladies' means in the shearing shed: 'Don't cut 'em ...
The seas has made a wall for its defenceof falling water. Those whose impertinenceleads them to its moving ledgesit rejects. ...
Where's the steward?-Bar-room steward? Berth? Oh, any berth will do-I have left a three-pound billet just to come along with ...
Heed not the cock-sure tourist, Seeing with English eyes;Stroked at the banquet table Still, with the old stock lies-Pet of a social ...
The kangaroo was formed to run,but not from man alone -it ran before the horse or gunor native dog was ...
How many springs have gone since theyWho wore the uniform of grayLast looked upon summer snow of dogwood, blooming belowTheir ...
Wingletting with the golden scrawlOf its finest sinews,The grasshopper loaded its trailer-bellyWith many coastal herbs and faiths.'Ping, ping, ping!' tra-lah-ed ...
Now with a humming from the greening skies,Sphinx moths with course set true,Shoot forth, torpedoes with a spinning screw,And bulbous ...
I nigh drops dead (the bo'sun said) When the gist of things I gripIn the land by these 'ere Southern ...
At once whatever happened starts receding. Panting, and back on board, we line the rail With trousers ripped, light wallets, ...
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone - When the nations ...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
It??Ts two muddy miles from Highway 20, just past the north fork of Cache Creek, across the broad meadow, through ...
You saw perched on a cliff a maid, Her raiment white above the breakers, When the mad sea reared up ...
You pull over to the shoulder of the two-lane road and sit for a moment wondering where you were going ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
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