#AustralianWriters
Once upon a recent even, as I lay… Weaving dreams and seeing visions… Suddenly I seemed to waken, somew… For I thought my name was mention… ’Twas the Adjective that roused m…
Once a year we lumber southward wi… Spell the bullocks in the township… What’s a bullocky to live for? D… And you’d not begrudge him yearly… While it lasts he asks no better.…
Because a little vagrant wind veer… Or else, because a sun-spot stirre… Because some idle god in play brea… The heads of twice two million fol… Patter, patter… Boolconmatta,
‘Well, what tidings today?’ said t… To the burgeoning rose. ‘You are young, yet already you se… Much of life, I suppose.’ Said the rose, 'Oh, this life is…
Let’s have a tiny little bush fire… It’s a cold, cold night tonight. We are sick of this long session Of the darkness of depression. And a fire would make things brigh…
Joseph Jones and Peter Dawking Strove in an election fight; And you’d think, to hear them talk… Each upheld the people’s right. Each declared he stood for Progre…
‘If I’d 'a’ played me Jack on tha… Sez Peter Begg, ‘I might ’a’ mad… ‘Ow could yeh?’ barks ole Poole.… I ’ad me Queen be’ind?' Sez Begg… I slung away me King to take that…
Now, Ma-til-der! Ain’t cher dres… Last as ushul. Move yerself, you… Are you goin’ to lie there lazin’, W’ile I—Nell, put down that basin… Go an’ see if Bill has got the po…
Behold, I built a fowlhouse in my… Two months agone the great work wa… And ev’ry eventide I labored hard… What time my daily office grind wa… ’Tis to my industry a monument,
Oh, we are the phantoms of rovers… See how the mocking mirages play! Men who have ventured and paid the… Lone, waiting women, ’tis vain to… We dies unshriven, as rovers die,
Child of a myriad varied voices ca… O’er countless leagues of space in… Tho’ captious critics view your wa… And fain would quiet your all too… Raw youth must have its fling; and…
I’ad the money in me 'and! Fair dinkum! Right there, by the… I tole me wife at breakfus’ time, Straight out: ‘Trivalve,’ I sez ‘… Trivalve,’ I sez. An’, all the w…
I wus pickin’ gipsy vi’lits fer to… We ‘ad words . . . about pianners… ’Igh words, about 'igh-toned idear… ’E started school a month ago, an’… But, judgin’ be the scraps ‘e ’as,…
Bountiful rain, we have yearned fo… When, thro’ the drought days, ill… Thankfulness vast in the past we d… When you have come at the end of o… Now you have come, is our subseque…
O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN… See our tears repentant streamin’! See the pearly drops a-gleamin’, Streamin’ from our rheumy eye! Mark our weskits palpitatin’.