Edward Dyson's Poetry, by popularity

• Of the True Endeavour

  HAPPY he in whom the honest love of fair endeavour lingers,
      Who has strength to do his labour, and has pride to do it

  33 lines
• The Living Picture

  HE RODE along one splendid noon,
      When all the hills were lit with Spring,

  78 lines
• The Freak

  JUST beyond All Alone, going back,
      Is the humpy of Hatter Magee.

  98 lines
• The Trucker

  IF YOU want a game to tame you and to take your measure in,
  Try a week or two of trucking in a mine

  63 lines
• The Rescue

  THERE’S a sudden, fierce clang of the knocker, then the sound of a voice in the shaft,
  Shrieking words that drum hard on the centres,

  64 lines
• Since Nellie Came To Live Along The Creek

  MY HUT is built of stringy-bark, the window’s calico,
  The furniture a gin-case, one bush-table, and a bunk;

  75 lines
• The Shanty

  THERE ARE tracks through the scrub, there’s a track down the hill,
  And a track round the bend from M‘Courteney’s mill,

  46 lines
• The Old Camp-Oven

  WE DON’T keep a grand piano in our hut beside the creek,
  And I’m pretty certain Hannah couldn’t bang it, anyhow,

  52 lines
• The Tin-Pot Mill

  QUITE a proud and happy man is Finn the Packer
      Since he built his crazy mill upon the rise,

  62 lines
• To The Theoretical Selector

  WOULD YOU be the King, the strong man, first in council and in toil,
  To the men who war with nature for possession of the soil?

  41 lines
• The Tale Of Steven

  ’TIS the tale of Simon Steven, braceman at the Odd-and-Even,
  At The Nations, in the gully. They were sinking in the rock.

  53 lines
• Whose Wife

  ‘HARRY! what, that yourself, back to old Vic., man,
  Down from the Never Land? Now, what’s your game?

  33 lines
• The Splitter

  IN THE MORN when the keen blade bites the tree,
      And the chips on the dead leaves dance,

  43 lines
• The Prospectors

  WHEN the white sun scorches the fair, green land in the rage of his fierce desires,
  Or looms blood red on the Western hills, through

  61 lines
• The Deserted Homestead

  PAST a dull, grey plain where a world-old grief seems to brood o’er the silent land,
  When the orbéd moon turns her tense, white face

  78 lines
• The Drovers In Reply

  We are wondering why those fellows who are writing cheerful ditties
  Of the rosy times out droving, and the dust and death of cities,

  48 lines
• When Brother Peetree Prayed

  ’TWAS a sleepy little chapel by a wattled hill erected,
  Where the storms were always muffled, and an atmosphere of peace

  37 lines
• Waiting For Water

  ’TWAS old Flynn, the identity, told us
      That the creek always ran pretty high,

  128 lines
• When The Bell Blew Up

  ‘THAT’S the boiler at The Bell, mates! Tumble out, Ned, neck and crop—
  Never mind your hat and coat, man, we’ll be wanted on the job.

  54 lines
• The Fossicker

  A STRAIGHT old fossicker was Lanky Mann,
      Who clung to that in spite of friends’ advising:

  43 lines
• Struck It At Last

  HE WAS almost blind, and wasted
      With the wear of many years;

  61 lines
• ‘Breaking It Gently’

  ALL WAS UP with Richard Tanner—
      ‘Wait-a-Bit’ we called him. Dead?

  43 lines
• The Germ

  I took to khaki at a word,
  And fashioned dreams of wonder.

  55 lines
• Night Shift

  ‘HELLO! that’s the whistle, be moving.
      Wake up! don’t lie muttering there.

  52 lines
• The One At Home

  Don told me that he loved me dear
  Where down the range Whioola pours;

  33 lines
• Repaired

  Hauled I was from out the tip
  Fritz made with his demonstration,

  55 lines
• Mickey Mollynoo

  A mile-long panto dragon ploddin'
  'opeless all the day,

  130 lines
• The Young Lieutenant

  The young lieutenant's face was grey.
  As came the day.

  49 lines
• 'Stop-And-See'

  I’M STEWING in a brick-built town;
      My coat is quite a stylish cut,

  79 lines
• Unredeemed

  I saw the Christ down from His cross,
  A tragic man lean-limbed and tall,

  90 lines

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