Robert Harrison Poems

The house was old it's thatched roof askew,
And pigeons did rule the loft.
Two hundred years since it was new,
Wattled and daubed next to Blackwell's croft.
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A poet I am not, tho' perchance some word,
Some phrase or picture painted with symbols
Of accepted poetic beauty, has pleased the mind,
Even the very soul of some sympathetic reader.
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Nay, I speak no ill of thee my brother
'tis against all that I desire to do to thee.
Would that I fain gladly above another
all of the good thou hast desired for me.
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Downunder - Australia
Dingo - Native dog
Giggery- Hollowed out tree limb used as musical instrument
Swagman - Gentleman of the road
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Spring’s Bower

Ah! Woe is me the veil I see
The veil of death hangs lower.
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What is life?

If in the race of life
I had faithfully run.
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Can one know the mind of the poet?
I think not. For they themselves are unsure
as to their true identity.
They are the painter, the story teller, the linguist,
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