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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Paroo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a week from Christmas-time, <br>As near as I remember, <br>And half a year since, in the rear, <br>We'd left the Darling timber. <br>The track was hot and more than drear; <br>The day dragged out for ever; <br>But now we knew that we were near <br>Our camp - the Paroo River. <br>With blighted eyes and blistered feet, <br>With stomachs out of order, <br>Half-mad with flies and dust and heat <br>We'd crossed the Queensland border. <br>I longed to hear a stream go by <br>And see the circles quiver; <br>I longed to lay me down and die <br>That night on Paroo River. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The "nose-bags" heavy on each chest <br>(God bless one kindly squatter!), <br>With grateful weight our hearts they pressed - <br>We only wanted water. <br>The sun was setting in a spray <br>Of colour like a liver - <br>We'd fondly hoped to camp and stay <br>That night by Paroo River. <br>A cloud was on my mate's broad brow, <br>And once I heard him mutter: <br>'What price the good old Darling now? - <br>God bless that grand old gutter!" <br>And then he stopped and slowly said <br>In tones that made me shiver: <br>"It cannot well be on ahead - <br>I think we've crossed the river." <br>But soon we saw a strip of ground <br>Beside the track we followed, <br>No damper than the surface round, <br>But just a little hollowed. <br>His brow assumed a thoughtful frown - <br>This speech did he deliver: <br>"I wonder if we'd best go down <br>Or up the blessed river?" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But where," said I, " 's the blooming stream?' <br>And he replied, 'we're at it!" <br>I stood awhile, as in a dream, <br>"Great Scott!" I cried, "is that it? <br>Why, that is some old bridle-track!" <br>He chuckled, "Well, I never! <br>It's plain you've never been Out Back - <br>This is the Paroo River!" </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></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=408885" data-title="The Paroo de Henry Lawson" data-description="It was a week from Christmas-time, As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear, We'd left the Darling timber. The track was hot and more than drear; The day dragged out for ever; But now we knew that we were near Our camp - th..."></div> </div> </div>
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