#AustralianWriters
Pink eucalyptus flowers (The flowers are out) Are scented honey sweet For bees to buzz about. Pink eucalyptus flowers
A lady and I were walking Where waters flow; A lady and I were talking Softly and slow. This is what you were saying,
Ours was a friendship in secret, m… Stolen from fate. I must be secret still, show mysel… Early and late. ‘Isn’t it sad he was killed!' I m…
Sometimes I am too tired To think of you. Today was such a day, But then I knew Today, for certain, you’d be weary…
I love to see Her looking up at me, Stretched on a bed In her pink dressing gown, Her arms above her head,
My window pane is broken Just a bit Where the small curtain doesn’t Cover it. And in the afternoon
They used to say Our mother brought us up like hot-… From day to day Such wondrous cares were ours Her love inspired.
I was sad Having signed up in a rebel band, Having signed up to rid the land Of a plague it had. For I knew
Into old rhyme The new words come but shyly. Here’s a brave man Who sings of commerce dryly. Swift-gliding cars
Through the swift night I go to my love. Tram bells are joy bells, Bidding us move On a golden path
I thought I heard something move… When I was alone in bed. And I was afraid . . . and I was… I lay—I quaked for dread. Then all of a sudden the rain bega…
You may have other loves, Red mouths to kiss. Why should you lose That loveliness for this? No loveliness of mine
There’s a big park just close to w… Trees in a row And shaggy grass whereon the dead… And in the middle round a great la… The fair yachts sail
Frolic mountain winds Innocent and shy, Kiss my darling’s cheek As they scurry by. Little fragrant leaves
I know a room that’s dark in dayti… No sunbeams light it, Whether in months of gloom or mont… So people slight it. Yet in the noon of each succeeding…