<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408616" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For all the Land to See: A Song of the Tools</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE CROSS-CUT and the crowbar cross, and hang them on the wall,<br>And make a greenhide rack to fit the wedges and the maul,<br>The “done” long-handled shovel and the thong-bound axe that fell,<br>The crowbar, pick-axe and the “throw”—the axe that morticed well.<br>The old patched tent and “fly”, bag bunk and pillow of sugee,<br>The frying-pan and billy-can, for all the land to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cross-cut, after pounds of files, is narrowed down and thin,<br>With here and there a tooth cut out as th’ curve straightened in,<br>The axe close to the iron ground, the shovel to the shaft,<br>The handle from the first worn smooth with sweat and dust and graft.<br>The maul and wedges burred and split, spell bravest history—<br>These were the arms our fathers bore, for none but they to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then look you round on all that is, on cities proud and fair,<br>And look you westward from the range—towns, farms and homesteads there.<br>Then hurry to a place you know lest you should be too late,<br>And clear the scrub some little space—small place, say—three-by eight.<br>A blackened post stump stands where four rough panels used to be<br>And there take off your panama where none but God might see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</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=408616" data-title="For all the Land to See: A Song of the Tools de Henry Lawson" data-description="THE CROSS-CUT and the crowbar cross, and hang them on the wall, And make a greenhide rack to fit the wedges and the maul, The “done” long-handled shovel and the thong-bound axe that fell, The crowbar, pick-axe and the “throw”—the axe tha..."></div> </div> </div>

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