Cherry- Tree Inn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


The rafters are open to sun moon and starA
Thistles and nettles grow high in the barA
The chimneys are crumbling the log fires are deadB
And green mosses spring from the hearthstone insteadB
The voices are silent the bustle and dinC
For the railroad hath ruined the Cherry tree InnC
Save the glimmer of stars or the moon's pallid streamsD
And the sounds of the 'possums that camp on the beamsD
The bar room is dark and the stable is stillE
For the coach comes no more over Cherry tree HillE
No riders push on through the darkness to winC
The rest and the comfort of Cherry tree InnC
I drift from my theme for my memory straysF
To the carrying digging and bushranging daysF
Far back to the seasons that I love the bestG
When a stream of wild diggers rushed into the westG
But the rushes' grew feeble and sluggish and thinC
Till scarcely a swagman passed Cherry tree InnC
Do you think my old mate if it's thinking you beH
Of the days when you tramped to the goldfields with meH
Do you think of the day of our thirty mile trampI
When never a fire could we light on the campI
And weary and footsore and drenched to the skinC
We tramped through the darkness to Cherry tree InnC
Then I had a sweetheart and you had a wifeJ
And Johnny was more to his mother than lifeJ
But we solemnly swore ere that evening was doneK
That we'd never return till our fortunes were wonK
Next morning to harvests of folly and sinC
We tramped o'er the ranges from Cherry tree InnC
The years have gone over with many a changeL
And there comes an old swagman from over the rangeL
And faint 'neath the weight of his rain sodden loadM
He suddenly thinks of the inn by the roadM
He tramps through the darkness the shelter to winC
And reaches the ruins of Cherry tree InnC

Henry Lawson


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Michael Cowley: Charles Gillam came 1860 from Oxfordshire. He was a land owner plus had the Fox and the Grape Inn. He answered the call and emigrated bringing his two daughters and two sons. After farming near Warwick they followed the tin mining rush to Stanthorpe. They built the Cherry Tree Inn.

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