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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345928" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little Worn Out Pony</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a little worn-out pony this side of Hogan's shack <br>With a snip upon his nuzzle and a mark upon his back;<br>Just a common little pony is what most people say,<br>But then of course they've never heard what happened in his day:<br>I was droving on the Leichhardt with a mob of pikers wild,<br>When this tibby little pony belonged to Hogan's child. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One night it started raining – we were camping on a rise,<br>When the wind blew cold and bleakly and thunder shook the skies;<br>The lightning cut the figure eight around the startled cattle, <br>Then down there fell torrential rains and then began a battle.<br>In a fraction of an instant the wild mob became insane, <br>Careering through the timber helter-skelter for the plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The timber fell before them like grass before a scythe,<br>And heavy rain in torrents poured from the grimly blackened sky; <br>The mob rushed ever onward through the slippery sodden ground, <br>While the men and I worked frantically to veer their heads around; <br>And then arose an awful cry – it came from Jimmy Rild,<br>For there between two saplings straight ahead was Hogan's child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I owned not man or devil, I had not prayed since when,<br>But I called upon the blessed Lord to show His mercy then;<br>I shut my eyes and ground my teeth, the end I dared not see<br>Great God! The cattle – a thousand head – were crashing through the trees.<br>&quot;God pity us bush children in our darkest hour of need,&quot;<br>Were the words I prayed although I followed neither church or creed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then my right-hand 'man was shouting, the faithful Jimmy Rild, <br>&quot;Did you see it, Harry, see the way he saved that child?&quot;<br>&quot;Saved! Saved, did you say?&quot; and I shot upright with a bound, <br>&quot;Yes, saved,&quot; he said, &quot;indeed old man, the child is safe and sound. <br>I was feeling pretty shaky and was gazing up the track,<br>Just then a pony galloped, the kid hopped on its back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;A blinding Bash of lightning then the thunder's rolling crack;<br>With two hands clasped upon his mane he raced towards the shack.&quot;<br>&quot;Good heavens, man,&quot; I shouted then, &quot;if that is truly so,<br>To blazes with the cattle, to the shanty we must go.&quot;<br>We reached Bill Hogan's shanty in fifteen minutes' ride,<br>Then left our horses standing and wildly rushed inside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little child was there unhurt but shivering with fear,<br>And Hogan told us, &quot;Yes, thank God, there's the pony brought her here.&quot;<br>There's a little worn-out pony just this side of Hogan's shack<br>With a snip upon his nuzzle and a mark upon his back;<br>Just a common little pony is what most people say,<br>But I doubt if there's his equal in the pony world today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Oceania">Anonymous Oceania</a><div class=q>
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