The Careys (John O Brien Poems)
Their new house stood just off the road. A fine big brick two-storey, All gabled, tiled, and porticoed, To flaunt its owners' glory. We ...
John O Brien Poems on World (21 Poems)
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 ...
The Old Mass Shandryden (John O Brien Poems)
I can see it in my dreaming o'er a gap of thirty years,And the rattle of its boxes still is ...
St Patricks Day (John O Brien Poems)
'Tis the greatest splash of sunshine right through all my retrospection On the days when fairies brought me golden dreams without ...
My Curate’s Motor Bike (John O Brien Poems)
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
The Trimmin’s on the Rosary (John O Brien Poems)
Ah, the memories that find me now my hair is turning gray,Drifting in like painted butterflies from paddocks far away;Dripping ...
Vale` – Father Pat (John O Brien Poems)
Yes, that's the hardest hand at all upon my frosted head-That telegram that brought the news that Father Pat is ...
Making Home (John O Brien Poems)
No, you don't quite get the meaning when the fun is at its heightWith the neighbours at the breakfast, and ...
The Parting Rosary (John O Brien Poems)
They have brought the news, my darlin', that I've waited for so long.Faith, 'twas little news they brought me; every ...
His Father (John O Brien Poems)
We meet him first in frills immersed,By everyone caressed and nursed, A bonny baby-rather!But, though they please his every whim,Fill up ...
Currajong (John O Brien Poems)
Old Father Pat! They'll tell you still with mingled love and prideOf stirring deeds that live and thrill the quiet ...
Come, Sing Australian songs to me! (John O Brien Poems)
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 ...
The Little Irish Mother (John O Brien Poems)
Have you seen the tidy cottage in the straggling, dusty street,Where the roses swing their censers by the door?Have you ...
Could I hear the Kookaburras once again (John O Brien Poems)
May a fading fancy hover round a gladness that is over?May a dreamer in the silence rake the ashes of ...
Said the white-haired (John O Brien Poems)
Said the white-haired priest, "So the boy has come, And the old, old dreams are o'er you,And you give no thought ...
The Meeting (John O Brien Poems)
They hadn't met for fifty years, or was it fifty-one ?They'd parted when their ship arrived their separate ways to ...
The Helping Hand (John O Brien Poems)
When that hour comes when I shall sit alone,And ponder on the things that were, but are no more,The while ...
When Old Man Carey Died (John O Brien Poems)
A night of wind and driving rain, No light on land or sky-The sharp squalls shook the window-pane And scurried loudly by,When ...
Around the Boree Log (John O Brien Poems)
Oh, stick me in the old caboose this night of wind and rain,And let the doves of fancy loose to ...
One by One (John O Brien Poems)
With trust in God and her good man She settled neath the spur;The old slab dwelling, spick and span, Was world enough ...
Tangmalangmaloo (John O Brien Poems)
The bishop sat in lordly state and purple cap sublime,And galvanized the old bush church at Confirmation time;And all the ...