Poems

The Last Fence When the last fence looms up, I am ready And I hope when the rails of it crack There’ll be nothing in front […]

The Last Muster All day we had driven the starving sheep to the scrub where the axes ply, And the weakest had lagged upon weary feet […]

The Man to Follow Apart from the crowd with its banter and mirth, Sitting loose on his mare with an eye to the whins, He has […]

The Men of the Open Spaces These are the men with the sun-tanned faces and the keen far-sighted eyes- the men of the open spaces, and […]

The Music of the Chase I don’t know any tune from any other, I couldn’t sing a song if I were paid, I couldn’t for the […]

The Opening Run The rain-sodden grass in the ditches is dying, The berries are red to the crest of the thorn ; Coronet-deep where the beech […]

The Pearl of them All Gaily in front of the stockwhip The horses come galloping home, Leaping and bucking and playing With sides all a lather […]

The Pilot Time was when the sportsman, with chivalrous care, Would find a safe line for his follower fair, And clearing the double stiff-planted and strong […]

The Queen Of Yore Slowly she hobbles past the town, grown old at heart and gray; With misty eyes she stumbles down along the well-known way; […]

The Right Sort We have hustled that litter in Heatherlie Whin, Two crouch in the bracken, two dodge in the corn, But the fifth one as […]