Daily Archives: November 24, 2015

Tom Collins – Banjo Paterson

Who never drinks and never bets,  But loves his wife and pays his debts  And feels content with what he gets?  Tom Collins.  Who has the utmost confidence  That all the banks now in suspense  Will meet their paper three … Continue reading

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With The Cattle – Banjo Paterson

The drought is down on field and flock,  The river-bed is dry;  And we must shift the starving stock  Before the cattle die.  We muster up with weary hearts  At breaking of the day,  And turn our heads to foreign … Continue reading

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The Old Survey – Banjo Paterson

Our money’s all spent, to the deuce went it!  The landlord, he looks glum,  On the tap-room wall, in a very bad scrawl,  He has chalked to us a sum.  But a glass we’ll take, ere the grey dawn break,  … Continue reading

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A Lovers Tryst – HEG George

Don’t hold me to blame.  The road was never straight  nor the wind mild of frame  Your bedside monitor screeches  one incessant, contrary acoustic.  Giving notice to all abroad that  time has moved on elsewhere  Let me raise you up … Continue reading

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A Road To A Short War – HEG George

A white hot finger points your way,  pushing air aside with each advancing message.  The renting of air with thunder clap abroad  makes too much noise, chattering like rattling lungs  Whispers to an unacknowledged Lord  bringing forward promised prayers.  The … Continue reading

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An Autumn Tableau – HEG George

When you come to stay, you’ll stay In a box,  much like any other. With its own rich vein  of concrete running between two green  rivers of grass; supporting islands of tainted  leaves too corrupt to remain at home for … Continue reading

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Self-Reproach – HEG George

An offensive mirror  produces my face,  and ears listen to a  hackneyed heart beat  The stench of stagnant  breath confirms my  identity and smoker’s  status. Sixty a day  The cold floor held  by blood drained feet,  a razor held in … Continue reading

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