The Flour Bin (Henry Lawson Poem)
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee - The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to ...
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee - The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
Sometimes the poem doesn't want to come; it hides from the poet like a playful cat who has run under ...
Please your Grace, from out your store Give an alms to one that's poor, That your mickle may have more. ...
Ours to be servants to offer hope to share our bread with others to the ends of the earth Yet ...
Scraping the new snow the crystals sparkling after dropping off the girls preparing for tomorrow The flakes like confectioner's sugar ...
The world needing to hear to taste the kingdom more yeast to be added more water, more flour so that ...
Going when he was called asking to be fed the prophet and the widow trusting God to act Relying on ...
Becoming a servant your vessel mad empty turning from the world emptying myself made ready for the outpouring of your ...
Because of God's promise the prayer lifted up the jar always full the flour ever enough All of their needs ...
Like the manna and the quail the flour and oil never running out always enough for them Their calling only, ...
Like the manna in the desert jars of flour ever replenished loving, refilled in the night by God By his ...
The story of the widow seeing God's provision the flour never running out always enough for them More so in ...
The snow, coming down falling like flour, like confectionary sugar from a giant sifter in the sky falling so delicately ...
As the storm grew, the flakes fell, the wind rose, the chill set it changing snow, always changing first light, ...
He said his name was Billy, he worked in the same spot in this place the same spot he said ...
A sheen of yellow on the glass the hood, the roof, the ground oak tree above, golden below heavy flour ...
An anonymous reciprocal grain offering, giving in love for the brother, who each believed more deserving, more worthy for the ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
Crisp air Ripe fruit Heavy on the bough. Cool in the hand. Filling my bag. Snap of a McIntosh Tart ...
LONDON, thou art of townes A per se. Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches and royaltie; ...
I THAT in heill was and gladness Am trublit now with great sickness And feblit with infirmitie:-- Timor Mortis conturbat ...
RORATE coeli desuper! Hevins, distil your balmy schouris! For now is risen the bricht day-ster, Fro the rose Mary, flour ...
London, thou art of town{.e}s A per se. Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches, and royaltie; ...
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