~ Whispering in Wattle -Boughs – Adam Lindsay Gordon

OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred And rustled by the scented breath of Spring; Oh, the dreary wistful longing! Oh, the faces that are thronging! Oh, the voices that are vaguely whispering! Oh, tell me, father mine, ere the good ship crossed the brine, On the gangway one mute handgrip, we […]


The Swimmer – Adam Lindsay Gordon Australia

With short, sharp violent lights made vivid,To the southward far as the sight can roam,Only the swirl of the surges livid,The seas that climb and the surfs that comb,Only the crag and the cliff to nor’ward,And rocks receding, and reefs flung forward,And waifs wreck’d seaward and wasted shorewardOn shallows sheeted with flaming foam. A grim […]

Australian Stock Men ~

Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you’ve had your work cut out to guide Both horses, and to hold me in the saddle when I swayed, All through the hot, slow, sleepy, silent ride. The dawn at “Moorabinda” was a mist rack dull and dense, […]

Collins Street Australia

IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great and small, Of the dust reclaimed from the sand waste lone; Weary and wasted, and worn and wan, Feeble and faint, and languid and low, He lay on the desert a dying man; Who has […]

Famous Poets ~ Pejar Runs

Deep in the meadow grass Easy stand the cattle, Lightly lock the young bulls In a mimic battle, Pride gathers with each shock, Every break and rally – That’s where the Pejar runs, Runs like a slip of silver through the valley. Softly as a thrush sings In the morning hushes, Softly sing the waters […]

Famous Poets ~ Australia Botany Bay

“I’m old Botany Bay; stiff in the joints, little to say. I am he who paved the way, that you might walk at your ease to-day; I was the conscript sent to hell to make in the desert the living well; I bore the heat, I blazed the track- furrowed and bloody upon my back. […]

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