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John O'Brien's Poetry, by first line

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  • The Birds will sing again
    She saw The Helper standing near
    When grief and, care oppressed;
    27 lines, 1 comment
  • Ten Little Steps and Stairs
    There were ten little Steps and Stairs.
    Round through the old bush home all day
    24 lines
  • The Alter Boy
    Now McEvoy was altar-boy
    As long as I remember;
    48 lines
  • Tangmalangmaloo
    The bishop sat in lordly state and purple cap sublime,
    And galvanized the old bush church at Confirmation time;
    30 lines, 1 comment
  • Said Hanrahan
    "We’ll all be rooned," said Hanrahan
    In accents most forlorn
    84 lines, 2 comments
  • The Libel
    "The flowers have no scent, and the birds have no song,”
    We read in the lesson before us,
    32 lines
  • At Casey's After Mass
    There's a weather-beaten sign-post where the track turns towards the west,
    Through the tall, white, slender timber, in the land i love the best.
    99 lines
  • Calling to Me
    Through the hush of my heart in the spell of its dreaming
    Comes the song of a bush boy glad-hearted and free;
    20 lines, 2 comments
  • One by One
    With trust in God and her good man
    She settled neath the spur;
    48 lines, 2 comments
  • The Trimmin's on the Rosary
    Ah, the memories that find me now my hair is turning gray,
    Drifting in like painted butterflies from paddocks far away;
    85 lines
  • Around the Boree Log
    Oh, stick me in the old caboose this night of wind and rain,
    And let the doves of fancy loose to bill and coo again.
    30 lines, 3 comments
  • Could I hear the Kookaburras once again
    May a fading fancy hover round a gladness that is over?
    May a dreamer in the silence rake the ashes of the past?
    41 lines
  • The Kookaburras
    Fall the shadows on the gullies, fades the purple from the mountain;
    And the day that's passing outwards down the stairways of the sky,
    26 lines
  • The Little Irish Mother
    Have you seen the tidy cottage in the straggling, dusty street,
    Where the roses swing their censers by the door?
    49 lines
  • The Meeting
    They hadn't met for fifty years, or was it fifty-one ?
    They'd parted when their ship arrived their separate ways to run.
    36 lines
  • The Old Bush School
    'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;
    With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about its ears,
    72 lines
  • The Presbyt'ry Dog
    Now of all the old sinners in mischief immersed,
    From the ages of Gog and Magog,
    38 lines
  • Six Brown Boxer Hats
    The hawker with his tilted cart pulled up beside the fence,
    And opened out his wondrous mart with startling eloquence;
    25 lines
  • My Curate's Motor Bike
    Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;
    Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might read;
    88 lines
  • Peter Nelson's Fiddle
    Do you ever dream you hear it, you who went the lonely track?
    Do you ever hear its simple melodies
    32 lines
  • Currajong
    Old Father Pat! They'll tell you still with mingled love and pride
    Of stirring deeds that live and thrill the quiet country-side;
    60 lines
  • Pitchin' at the Church
    On the Sunday morning mustered,
    Yarning at our ease;
    40 lines
  • The Road to Danahey's
    The rambling road to Danahey's it goes by hill and plain,
    It wanders in among the trees and wanders out again.
    68 lines
  • Sing Me A Song
    Sing me a song with the ring of truth in it,
    Sing me a song with the freshness of youth in it.
    14 lines
  • When the Circus came to Town
    When the circus came to town
    With its coaches and four, and its steeds galore,
    50 lines
  • His Father
    We meet him first in frills immersed,
    By everyone caressed and nursed,
    110 lines
  • The Church upon the Hill
    A simple thing of knotted pine
    And corrugated tin;
    60 lines
  • The Helping Hand
    When that hour comes when I shall sit alone,
    And ponder on the things that were, but are no more,
    40 lines
  • Vale` - Father Pat
    Yes, that's the hardest hand at all upon my frosted head-
    That telegram that brought the news that Father Pat is dead-
    88 lines
  • Josephine
    The presbytery has gone to pot since this house-keeper came;
    She's up-to-date and stylish; but the place is not the same
    76 lines
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