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Famous Wombats Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Wombats poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous wombats poems. These examples illustrate what a famous wombats poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...I bought a run a while ago, 
On country rough and ridgy, 
Where wallaroos and wombats grow -- 
The Upper Murrumbidgee. 
The grass is rather scant, it's true, 
But this a fair exchange is, 
The sheep can see a lovely view 
By climbing up the ranges. 

And She-oak Flat's the station's name, 
I'm not surprised at that, sirs: 
The oaks were there before I came, 
And I supplied the flat, sirs. 
A man would wonder how it's done,...Read more of this...



by Lawson, Henry
...ed by the dingoes' dismal yell, 
Heaven of the shanty-keeper -- fitting fiend for such a hell -- 
And the wallaroos and wombats, and, of course, the "curlew's call" -- 
And the lone sundowner tramping ever onward thro' it all! 

I am back from up the country -- up the country where I went 
Seeking for the Southern poets' land whereon to pitch my tent; 
I have left a lot of broken idols out along the track, 
Burnt a lot of fancy verses -- and I'm glad that I am back -- 
I beli...Read more of this...

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...g, 
And the dingo's howl so dread, 
And the flying foxes jabber 
From the gum trees overhead; 
While the weird and wary wombats, 
In their subterranean caves, 
Are a-digging, always digging, 
At those wretched people's graves; 
And the pike-horned Queensland bullock, 
From his shelter in the scrub, 
Has his eye on the proceedings 
Of the Ladies' Science Club....Read more of this...

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...ed a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box: 
The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks, 
The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground, 
As Mulga Bill, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound. 
It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree, 
It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be; 
And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek 
It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dead Man's Creek.Read more of this...

by Lawson, Henry
...that they mostly wish their resting-place kept green. 
Now, were I rotting underground, I do not think I'd care 
If wombats rooted on the mound or if the cows camped there; 
And should I have some feelings left when I have gone before, 
I think a ton of solid stone would hurt my feelings more. 

Such wormy songs of mouldy joys can give me no delight; 
I'll take my chances with the world, I'd rather live and fight. 
Though Fortune laughs along my track, or wears he...Read more of this...



by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...as the Champion Welter. 

"And this Barcoo bloke on his back reclines 
For being a bit too clever, 
For snakes and wombats and porcupines 
Are nothing to me whatever. 

"But the golden rule that I've had to learn 
In the ring, and for years I've tried it, 
Is only to talk when it comes your turn, 
And never to talk outside it."...Read more of this...

by Lawson, Henry
...ed by the dingoes' dismal yell, 
Heaven of the shanty-keeper -- fitting fiend for such a hell -- 
And the wallaroos and wombats, and, of course, the curlew's call -- 
And the lone sundowner tramping ever onward through it all! 

I am back from up the country, up the country where I went 
Seeking for the Southern poets' land whereon to pitch my tent; 
I have shattered many idols out along the dusty track, 
Burnt a lot of fancy verses -- and I'm glad that I am back. 
I beli...Read more of this...

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...ombat. 

He digs his homestead underground, 
He's neither shrewd nor clever; 
For kangaroos can leap and bound 
But wombats dig forever. 

The boundary rider's netting fence 
Excites his irritation; 
It is to his untutored sense 
His pet abomination. 

And when to pass it he desires, 
Upon his task he'll centre 
And dig a hole beneath the wires 
Through which the dingoes enter. 

And when to block the hole they strain 
With logs and stones and rubble, 
Bill Wo...Read more of this...

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