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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bard of Furthest Out</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He longed to be a Back-Blocks Bard,<br>And fame he wished to win—<br>He wrote at night and studied hard<br>(He read The Bulletin);<br>He sent in “stuff” unceasingly,<br>But couldn’t get it through;<br>And so, at last, he came to me<br>To see what I could do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poet’s light was in his eye,<br>He aimed to be a man;<br>He bought a bluey and a fly,<br>A brand new billy-can.<br>I showed him how to roll his swag<br>And “sling it” with the best;<br>I gave him my old water-bag,<br>And pointed to the west.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Now you can take the train as far<br>As Blazes if you like—<br>The wealthy go by motor-car<br>(Some travellers go by bike);<br>They race it through without a rest,<br>And find it very tame—<br>But if you tramp it to the west<br>You’ll get there just the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“(No matter if the hour is late,<br>The morning goes Out-Back),<br>You do not need a dog nor mate,<br>You’ll find them on the track.<br>You must avoid such deadly rhymes<br>As ‘self’ and ‘elf’ and ‘shelf’.<br>But were it as in other times,<br>I’d go with you myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Those days are done for me, but ah!<br>On hills where you shall be,<br>The wattle and the waratah<br>Are good to smell and see.<br>But there’s a scent, my heart believes,<br>That ‘travellers’ set higher<br>Than wattle—’tis the dried gum leaves<br>That light the evening fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The evening fire and morning fire<br>Are one fire in the Bush.<br>(You’ll find the points that you require<br>As towards the west you push.)<br>And as you pass by ancient ways,<br>Old camps, and mountain springs,<br>The spirits of the Roaring Days<br>Will whisper many things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The lonely ridge-and-gully belt—<br>The spirit of the whole<br>It must be seen; it must be felt—<br>Must sink into your soul!<br>The summer silence-creek-oaks’ sigh—<br>The windy, rainy “woosh”—<br>’Tis known to other men, and I—<br>The Spirit of the Bush!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“So on, and on, through dust and heat,<br>When past the spurs you be—<br>And you shall meet whom you shall meet,<br>And see what you shall see,<br>You need not claim the stranger’s due,<br>They yield it everywhere,<br>And mateship is a thing that you<br>Must take for granted there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And in the land of Lord-knows-where—<br>Right up and furthest out—<br>You find a new Australia there<br>That we know nought about.<br>Live as they live, fight as they fight,<br>Succeed as they succeed,<br>And then come back again and write<br>For all the world to read.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve got a note from Hungerford,<br>’Tis written frank and fair;<br>The bushman’s grim philosophy—<br>The bushman’s grin are there.<br>And tramping on through rain and drought—<br>Unlooked for and unmissed—<br>I may have sent to furthest out<br>The Great Bush Novelist.</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>
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And fame he wished to win—
He wrote at night and studied hard
(He read The Bulletin);
He sent in “stuff” unceasingly,
But couldn’t get it through;
And so, at last, he came to me
To see what I could do.

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