Thomas E. Spencer Night Poems

  • 1.
    De cottage vas close py der garden gate,
    It vas not mighdty hardt to find it,
    A couple of gum-trees grew shoost in front,
    Und a pig\shty grew shoost pehind it.
    ...
  • 2.
    I ask my heart, "Do I love thee?"
    But how can I e'er forget
    The feelings of joy and rapture
    That thrilled me when first we met?
    ...
  • 3.
    As we travel Life's weary journey,
    And plod through the gathering years,
    With our burdens of care and sorrow,
    O'er a pathway bedewed with tears.
    ...
  • 4.
    It was out on the Bogan near Billabong Creek
    Where the sky shines like brass seven days in the week,
    Where the buzzin' mosquitoes annoy you all night
    And the blowflies come wakin' you up at daylight;
    ...
  • 5.
    A peaceful spot is Piper's Flat. The folk that live around -
    They keep themselves by keeping sheep and turning up the ground;
    But the climate is erratic, and the consequences are
    The struggle with the elements is everlasting war.
    ...
  • 6.
    In the valley of the Lachlan, where the perfume from the pines
    Fills the glowing summer air like incense spreading;
    Where the silent flowing river like a bar of silver shines
    When the winter moon it pallid beams is shedding;
    ...
  • 7.
    I vas all der country hunting for a man I vants to meet,
    I vas bursting me to schlog him on der cop.
    If mine hand I vonce can on him lay, I'll hit him mit mine feet
    -Till he'll neffer know vhich side of him vas top.
    ...
Total 7 Night Poems by Thomas E. Spencer

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