Henry Lawson

(17 June 1867 – 2 September 1922 / Grenfell, New South Wales)

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The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
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  • Ramesh T A (8/27/2011 8:34:00 AM)

    Hardships of farmer and the drought of land when storm comes are wiped out mercilessly indeed though like a dog he works all day in the farm! This aspect makes this poem most absorbing and touching by the experienced pen of Henry Lawson! (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (8/27/2009 6:34:00 AM)

    This is a well-made poem, but this guy chose his life. He can have no complaints. (Report) Reply

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