Category Poetry

Winter Is Gone by Steve Ewings, 2001 Frozen droplets in misty curtains sweep, and nosily pierce the wretched sky Icy fangs throw shards that crack against the marrow, killing gusts tear leaves from limb The beating stopped between a short and… Continue Reading →

Campfire Thoughts by David J Delaney (Cairns) Sitting by the campfire glow do you drift in silent thought think of diggers young and brave and countries where they fought Resting in their compound safe did they stare at lucent flame… Continue Reading →

Undara by David J Delaney (Cairns) I’m only fairly new to poetry writing, picked up a pen in December 2007, never had much of an education & am gradually coming to terms with all the styles, terminology & grammar of… Continue Reading →

Old Life Dreams Far from the suburbs growing sprawl, or hourly freight trains on the track. Far from the crowded shopping mall, and dear friends past, who won’t be back. Far from the gangs that roam and fight, then vandalise… Continue Reading →

Waltzing Matilda by A. B. “Banjo” Paterson Oh! there once was a swagman camped in a Billabong, Under the shade of a Coolabah tree; And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling, “Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with… Continue Reading →

The Road to Gundagai by A. B. “Banjo” Paterson The mountain road goes up and down From Gundagai to Tumut Town And, branching off, there runs a track Across the foothills grim and black, Across the plains and ranges grey… Continue Reading →

Mulga Bills Bicycle by A. B. “Banjo” Patterson ‘Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him many days; He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;… Continue Reading →

The Man from Snowy River by A. B. “Banjo” Patterson There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from Old Regret had got away, And had joined the wild bush horses — he… Continue Reading →

The Man From Ironbark by A. B. “Banjo” Patterson It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down. He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was… Continue Reading →

The Geebung Polo Club by A. B. “Banjo” Paterson It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club. There were long and wiry natives from the… Continue Reading →