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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408788" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bush Beyond the Range</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM Crow’s Nest here by Sydney town<br>Where crows had nests of old<br>I see the Range where day goes down—<br>The dim blue in the gold.<br>And sometimes wonder, half in doubt,<br>Has there been so much change<br>As pictured in the prints about<br>The Bush beyond the Range.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s motor car and all the “frills”<br>But none of my old mates—<br>The Bush seems run by Buff’lo Bills<br>And Hayseeds from the States.<br>I miss the homesteads and the scrub,<br>The stock and fences too,<br>The horse and swagmen and the pub.<br>That Minns and Mahoney drew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I miss the drivers, diggers, sheep,<br>And—lots of things—Ah, well!<br>I wonder if the Kellys keep<br>The Carrier’s Camp Hotel—<br>If that still stands by hill and plain<br>As old man Kelly’s pride—<br>Or if he did pull round again<br>When Mary Kelly died?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Andy Kelly took to drink,<br>And Barney took a horse<br>(And two years’ hard without a blink)<br>And each one took his course.<br>And what became of Andy Mack,<br>Tom Browne, and Pat “O’Brine”?<br>It must be twenty seasons back<br>Since last I had a line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder if—but I forget<br>And wonder like a fool,<br>Is Bertha Lambert teaching yet<br>A wretched, half-time school?<br>I hope—ah! how the memories come,<br>To bother and defer,<br>I only hope my boyhood’s chum,<br>Fred Spencer, married her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder if the farms we had<br>Are scrub or ploughed ground now?<br>A fence by Harry Dare or “Dad”<br>Would last it, anyhow.<br>I wonder if the cemet’ry,<br>Fenced in by Dad and Dare,<br>Is lonely as it used to be<br>When they were buried there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder, and the more it seems<br>So far away and strange,<br>For I have lost, except in dreams,<br>The Bush beyond the Range.<br>I wonder too, in fear and shame,<br>Do they, like me, forget—<br>I wonder if they mind the name<br>Of “Henry Lawson” yet.</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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Where crows had nests of old
I see the Range where day goes down—
The dim blue in the gold.
And sometimes wonder, half in doubt,
Has there been so much change
As pictured in the prints about
The Bush beyond..."></div>
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