Christmas Creek (Henry Kendall Poems)
Phantom streams were in the distance — mocking lights of lake and pool —Ghosts of trees of soft green lustre ...
Phantom streams were in the distance — mocking lights of lake and pool —Ghosts of trees of soft green lustre ...
We've drunk our wine, we've kissed our girls, and funds are sinking low,The horses must be thinking it's a fair ...
He was tall and tough and stringy, with the shoulders of an axeman,Broad and loose, with greenhide muscles, and a ...
Not for any airs and gracesWhen, to lonely, silent places Men return in memory, Come these kindly thoughts of me.But ...
Out across the spinifex, out across the sand,Out across the saltbush to Never Never land That's the way the ...
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