A Bush Christmas Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDDEEF BBB BBG H IJKKLB B M NNOP KKO AAE BBBQQ BBRRSTTUUS VVBBWUUX UUNNYUU B| The sun burns hotly thro' the gums | A |
| As down the road old Rogan comes | A |
| The hatter from the lonely hut | B |
| Beside the track to Woollybutt | B |
| He likes to spend his Christmas with us here | C |
| He says a man gets sort of strange | D |
| Living alone without a change | D |
| Gets sort of settled in his way | E |
| And so he comes each Christmas day | E |
| To share a bite of tucker and a beer | F |
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| Dad and the boys have nought to do | B |
| Except a stray odd job or two | B |
| Along the fence or in the yard | B |
| 'It ain't a day for workin' hard ' | - |
| Says Dad 'One day a year don't matter much ' | - |
| And then dishevelled hot and red | B |
| Mum thro' the doorway puts her head | B |
| And says 'This Christmas cooking My | G |
| The sun's near fit for cooking by ' | - |
| Upon her word she never did see such | H |
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| Your fault ' says Dad 'you know it is | I |
| Plum puddin' on a day like this | J |
| And roasted turkeys Spare me days | K |
| I can't get over women's ways | K |
| In climates such as this the thing's all wrong | L |
| A bit of cold corned beef an' bread | B |
| Would do us very well instead ' | - |
| Then Rogan said 'You're right it's hot | B |
| It makes a feller drink a lot ' | - |
| And Dad gets up and says 'Well come along ' | - |
| - | |
| The dinner's served full bite and sup | M |
| 'Come on ' says Mum 'Now all sit up ' | - |
| The meal takes on a festive air | N |
| And even father eats his share | N |
| And passes up his plate to have some more | O |
| He laughs and says it's Christmas time | P |
| 'That's cookin' Mum The stuffin's prime ' | - |
| But Rogan pauses once to praise | K |
| Then eats as tho' he'd starved for days | K |
| And pitches turkey bones outside the door | O |
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| The sun burns hotly thro' the gums | A |
| The chirping of the locusts comes | A |
| Across the paddocks parched and grey | E |
| 'Whew ' wheezes Father 'What a day ' | - |
| And sheds his vest For coats no man had need | B |
| Then Rogan shoves his plate aside | B |
| And sighs as sated men have sighed | B |
| At many boards in many climes | Q |
| On many other Christmas times | Q |
| 'By gum ' he says 'That was a slap up feed ' | - |
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| Then with his black pipe well alight | B |
| Old Rogan brings the kids delight | B |
| By telling o'er again his yarns | R |
| Of Christmas tide 'mid English barns | R |
| When he was long ago a farmer's boy | S |
| His old eyes glisten as he sees | T |
| Half glimpses of old memories | T |
| Of whitened fields and winter snows | U |
| And yuletide logs and mistletoes | U |
| And all that half forgotten hallowed joy | S |
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| The children listen mouths agape | V |
| And see a land with no escape | V |
| Fro biting cold and snow and frost | B |
| A land to all earth's brightness lost | B |
| A strange and freakish Christmas land to them | W |
| But Rogan with his dim old eyes | U |
| Grown far away and strangely wise | U |
| Talks on and pauses but to ask | X |
| 'Ain't there a dropp more in that cask ' | - |
| And father nods but Mother says 'Ahem ' | - |
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| The sun slants redly thro' the gums | U |
| As quietly the evening comes | U |
| And Rogan gets his old grey mare | N |
| That matches well his own grey hair | N |
| And rides away into the setting sun | Y |
| 'Ah well ' says Dad 'I got to say | U |
| I never spent a lazier day | U |
| We ought to get that top fence wired ' | - |
| 'My ' sighs poor Mum 'But I am tired | B |
| An' all that washing up still to be done ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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