At Casey’s After Mass (John O Brien Poems)
There's a weather-beaten sign-post where the track turns towards the west,Through the tall, white, slender timber, in the land i ...
There's a weather-beaten sign-post where the track turns towards the west,Through the tall, white, slender timber, in the land i ...
I can see it in my dreaming o'er a gap of thirty years,And the rattle of its boxes still is ...
Ah, the memories that find me now my hair is turning gray,Drifting in like painted butterflies from paddocks far away;Dripping ...
Yes, that's the hardest hand at all upon my frosted head-That telegram that brought the news that Father Pat is ...
'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about ...
The rambling road to Danahey's it goes by hill and plain,It wanders in among the trees and wanders out again.It ...
Come, Little One, and sing to me A song our big wide land to bless,Around whose gentle parent-knee We've twined the flowers ...
Do you ever dream you hear it, you who went the lonely track?Do you ever hear its simple melodiesTossing round ...
On the Sunday morning mustered,Yarning at our ease;Buggies, traps and jinkers clusteredUnderneath the trees,Horses tethered to the fences;Thus we hold ...
Through the hush of my heart in the spell of its dreaming Comes the song of a bush boy glad-hearted and ...
"Wisha, what is the matter with Jim, I dunno?Is he right in the mind for this last week or so? Or ...
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