<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Mountain Station</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bought a run a while ago, <br>On country rough and ridgy, <br>Where wallaroos and wombats grow -- <br>The Upper Murrumbidgee. <br>The grass is rather scant, it's true, <br>But this a fair exchange is, <br>The sheep can see a lovely view <br>By climbing up the ranges. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And She-oak Flat's the station's name, <br>I'm not surprised at that, sirs: <br>The oaks were there before I came, <br>And I supplied the flat, sirs. <br>A man would wonder how it's done, <br>The stock so soon decreases -- <br>They sometimes tumble off the run <br>And break themselves to pieces. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've tried to make expenses meet, <br>But wasted all my labours, <br>The sheep the dingoes didn't eat <br>Were stolen by the neighbours. <br>They stole my pears -- my native pears -- <br>Those thrice-convicted felons, <br>And ravished from me unawares <br>My crop of paddy-melons. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sometimes under sunny skies, <br>Without an explanation, <br>The Murrumbidgee used to rise <br>And overflow the station. <br>But this was caused (as now I know) <br>When summer sunshine glowing <br>Had melted all Kiandra's snow <br>And set the river going. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in the news, perhaps you read: <br>`Stock passings. Puckawidgee, <br>Fat cattle: Seven hundred head <br>Swept down the Murrumbidgee; <br>Their destination's quite obscure, <br>But, somehow, there's a notion, <br>Unless the river falls, they're sure <br>To reach the Southern Ocean.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So after that I'll give it best; <br>No more with Fate I'll battle. <br>I'll let the river take the rest, <br>For those were all my cattle. <br>And with one comprehensive curse <br>I close my brief narration, <br>And advertise it in my verse -- <br>`For Sale! A Mountain Station.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A.B. (Banjo) Paterson</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343929" data-title="A Mountain Station de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="I bought a run a while ago, On country rough and ridgy, Where wallaroos and wombats grow -- The Upper Murrumbidgee. The grass is rather scant, it's true, But this a fair exchange is, The sheep can see a lovely view By climbing up the ranges..."></div> </div> </div>

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