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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Kiley's Run</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The roving breezes come and go <br>On Kiley's Run, <br>The sleepy river murmurs low, <br>And far away one dimly sees <br>Beyond the stretch of forest trees -- <br>Beyond the foothills dusk and dun -- <br>The ranges sleeping in the sun <br>On Kiley's Run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis many years since first I came <br>To Kiley's Run, <br>More years than I would care to name <br>Since I, a stripling, used to ride <br>For miles and miles at Kiley's side, <br>The while in stirring tones he told <br>The stories of the days of old <br>On Kiley's Run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see the old bush homestead now <br>On Kiley's Run, <br>Just nestled down beneath the brow <br>Of one small ridge above the sweep <br>Of river-flat, where willows weep <br>And jasmine flowers and roses bloom, <br>The air was laden with perfume <br>On Kiley's Run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We lived the good old station life <br>On Kiley's Run, <br>With little thought of care or strife. <br>Old Kiley seldom used to roam, <br>He liked to make the Run his home, <br>The swagman never turned away <br>With empty hand at close of day <br>From Kiley's Run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We kept a racehorse now and then <br>On Kiley's Run, <br>And neighb'ring stations brought their men <br>To meetings where the sport was free, <br>And dainty ladies came to see <br>Their champions ride; with laugh and song <br>The old house rang the whole night long <br>On Kiley's Run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The station hands were friends I wot <br>On Kiley's Run, <br>A reckless, merry-hearted lot -- <br>All splendid riders, and they knew <br>The `boss' was kindness through and through. <br>Old Kiley always stood their friend, <br>And so they served him to the end <br>On Kiley's Run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But droughts and losses came apace <br>To Kiley's Run, <br>Till ruin stared him in the face; <br>He toiled and toiled while lived the light, <br>He dreamed of overdrafts at night: <br>At length, because he could not pay, <br>His bankers took the stock away <br>From Kiley's Run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Kiley stood and saw them go <br>From Kiley's Run. <br>The well-bred cattle marching slow; <br>His stockmen, mates for many a day, <br>They wrung his hand and went away. <br>Too old to make another start, <br>Old Kiley died -- of broken heart, <br>On Kiley's Run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The owner lives in England now <br>Of Kiley's Run. <br>He knows a racehorse from a cow; <br>But that is all he knows of stock: <br>His chiefest care is how to dock <br>Expenses, and he sends from town <br>To cut the shearers' wages down <br>On Kiley's Run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are no neighbours anywhere <br>Near Kiley's Run. <br>The hospitable homes are bare, <br>The gardens gone; for no pretence <br>Must hinder cutting down expense: <br>The homestead that we held so dear <br>Contains a half-paid overseer <br>On Kiley's Run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All life and sport and hope have died <br>On Kiley's Run. <br>No longer there the stockmen ride; <br>For sour-faced boundary riders creep <br>On mongrel horses after sheep, <br>Through ranges where, at racing speed, <br>Old Kiley used to `wheel the lead' <br>On Kiley's Run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There runs a lane for thirty miles <br>Through Kiley's Run. <br>On either side the herbage smiles, <br>But wretched trav'lling sheep must pass <br>Without a drink or blade of grass <br>Thro' that long lane of death and shame: <br>The weary drovers curse the name <br>Of Kiley's Run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The name itself is changed of late <br>Of Kiley's Run. <br>They call it `Chandos Park Estate'. <br>The lonely swagman through the dark <br>Must hump his swag past Chandos Park. <br>The name is English, don't you see, <br>The old name sweeter sounds to me <br>Of `Kiley's Run'. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot guess what fate will bring <br>To Kiley's Run -- <br>For chances come and changes ring -- <br>I scarcely think 'twill always be <br>Locked up to suit an absentee; <br>And if he lets it out in farms <br>His tenants soon will carry arms <br>On Kiley's Run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></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>
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On Kiley's Run, 
The sleepy river murmurs low, 
And far away one dimly sees 
Beyond the stretch of forest trees -- 
Beyond the foothills dusk and dun -- 
The ranges sleeping in the sun 
On Kiley's Run. 

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