Drover Poems - Poems about Drover

...As promised to Sara Baker... here is the Night Before Christmas, Cajun style ~ by James Rice ~ ~ ~ ~ Twas the night before Christmas an'......Read the rest...

...I listened for the rain, it emerged slowly now and again from a crepuscular caliginus sky, the tenebrous mist that trickled down lightly in the by and by as if they were drops of salted tears......Read the rest...

...Some people did gossip, but Amos played the part of a shy, young man seeking pay, desperate for work, and with nowhere to go, some laughed at this, and he let them do so, knowing what waited at h......Read the rest...

...A Night on the Road It was a dark and stormy night, as he rode around the mob. The bridle reins held loosely, the night horse knew his job. With twelve hundred head of cattle, it was a ......Read the rest...

...To her family she was coy but truly she would be their Joy, a country girl from Kingaroy - the fourth of eleven. Over hill and range she did tramp living......Read the rest...

...one grey day i felt the sky start falling as the big black crow came calling he brings a message ,nobody wants to hear he brings the message that we all fear i try to ignore him over and over t......Read the rest...

...Past a peaceful day out Western Trail way, Our lowing herd settled on coarse sand bars. We hands bunched under prancing prairie stars, Once clean grub tins and cups were put away, For tall yarn......Read the rest...

...Are the exploits slowly fading of the folk who forged this land? Are there more important factors, today for us to understand? Are we prepared to lose our national character? Erase our borderlines......Read the rest...

...Is there danger in the glow of the campfire? In the strangers words not understood in the night? Watch the drover move the mob before the morning light. What's the thinking behind the yellow dog’s......Read the rest...

...Remember the days of yesteryear when family ties were held most dear, and gas lamps flickered in the back street while most of us danced......Read the rest...

...I am the bushland dawning in the stillness of the morning I am the sunlit plains and the mighty river's flow I'm the drought and I'm the flood I'm the earth and I'm the blood I'm the breezes ......Read the rest...

...Drover, ride your white horse...ride it with grit on the sun-scorched prairies of the Mississippi Valley: where no tree is found in a shady spot, but plenty of wild daisies and pink roses dis......Read the rest...

...By Robert (Bob) Moore (©2015) The gun shearer has gone now, like many other things the shearing sheds are empty, and wools no longer king gone now like the drover, and the brumbie on the plains ......Read the rest...

...MY HOME TOWN by JOHN M. ARRIBAS Time moves on never stands still It changes the outcome no matter the will Of the dreamers who hold on to and then Each moment happens once then never again I ......Read the rest...

...Social Injustice Purging Purgatory holds a few, of numb nuts on the planet, reprobates could make you spew , like a bloody half baked Gannet, social justice is sinking low, where the LNP ......Read the rest...