The Teams Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAC DEDDE FGHFG IJJJJ KLKKL MKMMK JNJJO JCJJC| A cloud of dust on the long white road | A |
| And the teams go creeping on | B |
| Inch by inch with the weary load | A |
| And by the power of the green hide goad | A |
| The distant goal is won | C |
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| With eyes half shut to the blinding dust | D |
| And necks to the yokes bent low | E |
| The beasts are pulling as bullocks must | D |
| And the shining tires might almost rust | D |
| While the spokes are turning slow | E |
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| With face half hid 'neath a broad brimmed hat | F |
| That shades from the heat's white waves | G |
| And shouldered whip with its green hide plait | H |
| The driver plods with a gait like that | F |
| Of his weary patient slaves | G |
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| He wipes his brow for the day is hot | I |
| And spits to the left with spite | J |
| He shouts at Bally' and flicks at Scot' | J |
| And raises dust from the back of Spot' | J |
| And spits to the dusty right | J |
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| He'll sometimes pause as a thing of form | K |
| In front of a settler's door | L |
| And ask for a drink and remark It's warm | K |
| Or say There's signs of a thunder storm' | K |
| But he seldom utters more | L |
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| But the rains are heavy on roads like these | M |
| And fronting his lonely home | K |
| For weeks together the settler sees | M |
| The teams bogged down to the axletrees | M |
| Or ploughing the sodden loam | K |
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| And then when the roads are at their worst | J |
| The bushman's children hear | N |
| The cruel blows of the whips reversed | J |
| While bullocks pull as their hearts would burst | J |
| And bellow with pain and fear | O |
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| And thus with little of joy or rest | J |
| Are the long long journeys done | C |
| And thus 'tis a cruel war at the best | J |
| Is distance fought in the mighty West | J |
| And the lonely battles won | C |
Henry Lawson
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