Roland Robinson

(1912 - 1992 / Australia)

Roland Robinson Poems

1. The Ruined Homestead 4/21/2010
2. The Sermon Of The Birds 4/21/2010
3. The Drovers 1/1/2004
4. Bees 4/21/2010
Best Poem of Roland Robinson


From the hollow trees in their native home
them old fellows cut the honeycomb.
On honey and little white grubs they fed,
'cause them young bees was blackfeller's bread.
That's why they was so mighty and strong
in their native home in Currarong.
An' them old fellers' drink was honey-bul;
honey and water, a coolamon full.
Naked through the bush they went,
an' never knew what sickness meant,
them native bees could do you no harm,
they'd crawl all over your honey-smeared arm.
But them Eyetalian bees, they'd bung
your eyes right up. When we was young
we ...

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