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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357710" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Jim Shore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He prospered in an olden day<br>When down the rutted waggon track,<br>Thro' scenes that seem a world away,<br>His bullocks lumbered forth and back;<br>A tall old man, deep voiced, erect<br>Despite the load of years he bore,<br>His patriarchal beard, grey flecked,<br>He won from all men deep respect,<br>Doyen of drivers - old Jim Shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gee-off, Headman. Come here, Tony.<br>Darkey, Redman! Woo there, Roany.'<br>Goad upraised in stern pretending<br>Writhed aloft, yet ne'er descending<br>To fulfilment of the threat.<br>Men have said that never yet<br>Had Jim's whip-lash marked a hide<br>Of the sleek beasts that were his pride.<br>'Get on, Rodney! Steady, Moonlight!'<br>Thro' the disk or dappled moonlight,<br>Down the deep green ways of yore<br>Went the team of old Jim Shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The times have changed; it could not last,<br>The glamor of those halcyon days.<br>The loud exhaust, the siren's blast<br>Wake echoes now by old bush ways.<br>Yet oft, when dusk steals down the sky,<br>I sit again by my house door<br>To hear a ghostly team go by,<br>And, mingling with the night wind's sigh,<br>That rich deep voice of old Jim Shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gee-off, Headman. Stand up, Tony.<br>Darkey, Redman! Come here Roany!'<br>At the yoke I see them straining;<br>Waggon timbers are complaining;<br>As, from some vague spirit land,<br>I see the driver wave a hand,<br>As long ago he used to wave<br>Ere the years claimed him, and the grave.<br>'Up there , Major! Darby! Drummer!'<br>Again, as on some long lost summer,<br>The team drifts by and disappears<br>Down the green aisles of vanished years.</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>
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When down the rutted waggon track,
Thro' scenes that seem a world away,
His bullocks lumbered forth and back;
A tall old man, deep voiced, erect
Despite the load of years he bore,
His patriarchal beard, grey flecked,
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