But What's The Use Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEGHIHJJKJ LMKMJNON JJPJQLJL JRSRLMLM ABJBJEFEBut what s the use of writing bush | A |
Though editors demand it | B |
For city folk and farming folk | C |
Can never understand it | B |
They re blind to what the bushman sees | D |
The best with eyes shut tightest | E |
Out where the sun is hottest and | F |
The stars are most and brightest | E |
The crows at sunrise flopping round | G |
Where some poor life has run down | H |
The pair of emus trotting from | I |
The lonely tank at sundown | H |
Their snaky heads well up and eyes | J |
Well out for man s manoeuvres | J |
And feathers bobbing round behind | K |
Like fringes round improvers | J |
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The swagman tramping cross the plain | L |
Good Lord there s nothing sadder | M |
Except the dog that slopes behind | K |
His master like a shadder | M |
The turkey tail to scare the flies | J |
The water bag and billy | N |
The nose bag getting cruel light | O |
The traveller getting silly | N |
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The plain that seems to Jackaroos | J |
Like gently sloping rises | J |
The shrubs and tufts that s miles away | P |
But magnified in sizes | J |
The track that seems arisen up | Q |
Or else seems gently slopin | L |
And just a hint of kangaroos | J |
Way out across the open | L |
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The joy and hope the swagman feels | J |
Returning after shearing | R |
Or after six months tramp Out Back | S |
He strikes the final clearing | R |
His weary spirit breathes again | L |
His aching legs seem limber | M |
When to the East across the plain | L |
He spots the Darling Timber | M |
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But what s the use of writing bush | A |
Though editors demand it | B |
For city folk and cockatoos | J |
They do not understand it | B |
They re blind to what the whaler sees | J |
The best with eyes shut tightest | E |
Out where Australia s widest and | F |
The stars are most and brightest | E |
Henry Lawson
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