Poems of Edward Harrington
|1.||Hills of Whroo||4/9/2010|
|4.||The Bush Rangers||1/1/2004|
|5.||The Dead Come Home: Excerpt||4/9/2010|
|6.||The Gentle Hint||4/9/2010|
|7.||The Kerrigan Boys||4/9/2010|
|8.||The Swagless Swaggie||4/9/2010|
|9.||There’s Only The Two Of Us Here||1/1/2004|
The Gentle Hint
The old man sat upon his swag his eyes were red and bleared.
I doubt he’d had a wash for days or even combed his beard.
He cadged my pouch and filled his pipe and calmly blew a cloud
‘Some blokes ain’t got no pride’ he said, ‘but I was always proud.
Some time ago I humped me swag along the Lachlan side
A blazing drought had hit the land and all the stock had died.
One night a good bit after dark I reached a country town;
Pulls up outside the local hall and flings me bluey down.