Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Henry Lawson 1867-1922; Poetry

Reedy River;

Ten miles down Reedy River a pool of water lies,
And all the year it mirrors the changes in the skies,
And in that pool's broad bosom is room for all the stars;
Its bed of sand has drifted o'ver countless rocky bars.

Around the lower edges there waves a bed of reeds,
Where water rats are hidden and where the wild duck breeds;
And grassy slopes rise gently to ridges long and low,
Where groves of wattle flourish and native bluebells grow.

Beneath the granite ridges the eye may just discern
Where Rocky Creek emerges from deep green banks of fern;
And standing tall between them, the grassy she-oaks cool
The hard, blue-tinted waters before they reach the pool.

Ten miles down Reedy River one Sunday afternoon,
I rode with Mary Campbell to that broad, bright lagoon;
We left our horses grazing till shadows climbed the peak,
And strolled beneath the she-oaks on the banks of Rocky Creek.

Then home along the river that night we rode a race,
And the moonlight lent a glory to Mary Campbell's face;
And I pleaded for our future all through that moonlight ride,
Until our weary horses drew closer side by side

Ten miles from Ryan's Crossing and five miles below the peak,
I built a little homestead o the banks of Rocky Creek;
I cleared the land and fenced it and ploughed the rich, red loam,
And my first crop was golden when I brought my Mary home.

Now still down Reedy River the grassy she-oaks sigh,
And the water-holes still mirror the pictures in the sky;
And over all for ever Go sun and moon and stars,
While the golden sand is drifting Across the rocky bars.

But of the hut I builded there are no traces now.
And many rains have levelled the furrows of the plough;
And my bright days are olden, for the twisted branches wave
And the wattle blossoms golden on the hill by Mary's grave.

Henry Lawson


  1. Titania, I felt like I lived a lifetime when I read that poetry. Thank you for sharing that poet, whom I had never heard of. This poem painted quite a picture, and left many things unsaid and imagined by me, the reader. Wow!
    I do love your new header photo. Passionate colored flower!

  2. Thank you Gail for your thoughtful message.

  3. Love the header, lovely colours!!!
    Thanks for sharing lovely poem.
    Now and Then

  4. Das ist ein wunderschönes Gedicht über Liebe und Vergänglichkeit liebe Titania. Wenn man jung ist, kann man es kaum glauben, dass man mal alt wird, es scheint so unendlich weit weg und doch, im Rückblick ist die Zeit so schnell vergangen. Die Natur ist eine unserer besten Lehrerinnen denke ich oft seit ich älter werde, wenn wir nur mehr auf sie hören würden.

    Dein Header Bild ist fantastisch!
    Liebe Grüsse

  5. Liebe Elfe, danke fuer deine Gedanken. Dieser Dichter ist fuer mich "Country Australia". Er zeigt wie schnell die Zeit vergeht und wie kurz und vergaenglich alles ist. Die Gedichte scheinen einfach aber sind sehr tief. Er hat eine wunderbare Art mir seinen Worten.Du hast recht, wenn man jung ist denkt man das ist fuer immer. Aber ich denke das hat die Natur so eingerichtet. Als junger Mensch soll man ja positiv forwaerts schauen.