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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342197" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Way Of The Bush</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A night of storm and wind and rain,<br>Tall trees bowing beneath the blast<br>That shakes and rattles the window-pane,<br>And a thunderous roar as the creek goes past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inside there a pictures and flowers and books,<br>And a slim girl-wife with shingled hair;<br>The lamplight glimmers on cosy nooks,<br>And Desmond Keene in his easy chair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thanks God for home and the days toil o’er;<br>When on the verandah a tramp of feet,<br>A frenzied knock on the kitchen door<br>Wondering he goes a neighbour to greet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The missus is dyin’ ” poor Simpson says,<br>‘Down in the ‘orspital-sent for me,<br>I gathered the kids, and brought ‘’em ‘ere,<br>I thought your missus might mind ‘em – see!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Mind them, of course, and I’ll go with you,<br>You’ll need a mate on a night like this.”<br>And soon the neighbours are ‘battling through’<br>Young Desmond cheered by his wife’s last kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For this is the way of the bush my friends<br>Neighbourly service prompt at need<br>Freely given and freely sought,<br>For the bush recks nothing of caste or creed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the young wife’s hands are steady and firm<br>Though here soft lips tremble in voiceless prayer<br>As she smooths the wet and tangled curls<br>Of the young ones left in her gentle care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s a solemn hush in the hospital ward<br>Where a grey-haired bushman bends in woe<br>Over the toil-worn face of one<br>Who has come to the journey we all must go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ‘Mother’ still has a smile for him,<br>And the kind grey eyes show a soul at rest,<br>While the poor thin hands that have toiled so long<br>Lie idly now on her quiet breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For this is the way of the bush my friends,<br>To struggle and strive year out year in,<br>And often to die and leave it all<br>When the lean years end and the good begin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They brought her back to the home she loved,<br>And the neighbours came for miles around,<br>There were cars and buggies and horses ranged<br>Round the rough rail fence of the burying ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They smothered the children with gifts and tears<br>In the way of the bush that is dear to God,<br>And their homely kindness was pure and sweet<br>As the flowers they placed on the new-turned sod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Courage and patience and sturdy toil<br>And kindness unstinted in others’ needs—<br>How the God that made them must love them all!<br>For the ‘way of the bush’ is His way indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Guerin+Crist">Alice Guerin Crist</a><div class=q>
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