<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357509" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Country Roads ~ White Horse Road</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By White Horse Tavern, White Horse Road<br>In olden days wound down;<br>And many a waggon bore its load<br>And many a bullock felt the goad<br>From town to country town.<br>Thro' Ringwood on, by hill and vale,<br>Their patient way they went.<br>Until they came to Lilydale,<br>The olden town of Lilydale.<br>And teamsters paused at Lilydale,<br>A place of calm content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But days of bitumen and tar<br>Have changed the ancient mode;<br>And now the speeding motor car,<br>Where traffic-cops and bowsers are,<br>Go down the White Horse Road,<br>Upon a smooth, broad way they sail,<br>Till, sudden, up and down,<br>The bumps begin at Lilydale,<br>The rocky road to Lilydale,<br>The holey road to Lilydale,<br>A very peaceful town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the town, the bumps are past,<br>And vexed springs settle down;<br>But many an angry look is cast<br>And many a curse speeds backwards fast<br>Toward that backward town.<br>On to the foothills leads the trail<br>By smooth and pleasant ways,<br>But, oh, that stretch thro' Lilydale!<br>The sleepy town of Lilydale,<br>Where folk still think, in Lilydale,<br>In terms of bullock drays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</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=357509" data-title="Country Roads ~ White Horse Road de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="By White Horse Tavern, White Horse Road In olden days wound down; And many a waggon bore its load And many a bullock felt the goad From town to country town. Thro' Ringwood on, by hill and vale, Their patient way they went. Until they came to Lily..."></div> </div> </div>

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