People & Personalities
Here are some poems about Queenslanders. Click on the titles to read the poems. Maybe you can recognize something or somebody.
by Eva Mary O'Doherty Far off! far off! within the desert rude, In the cold heart of that deep solitude, Two magic letters on the rugged bark, With...
I want a situation as a shepherd, be it known, On a comfortable station--not too far from town; The country must be timberless, the waters full of...
Alone in the Pool
by E.M. England So softly I go that the heron Who waits downstream has not stirred. Perhaps he thinks me a bird; Thinks me a brown bird gliding The...
Banjo, of the Overflow
by Francis Kenna My request was not requited, for an answer came indited On a sheet of scented paper, in an ink of fancy blue; And the envelope, I...
He is long, he is lean, he is wiry; He is loose-limbed and carelessly hung; He is quick on the flare-up and fiery; He swears with an eloquent...
by Frank C Francis The music and the laughter simmer down Like an ebbing tide that slinks into the dark, As the last bright firework splutters to a...
Morning - Laurence Collinson
By Laurence Collinson Into the gutters gushed the tedious rain and overflowed on to his step-worn shoes. he trod the puddled cobbles of the...
My Child's Warm Hand
by Colin Bingham My child's warm hand is such a thing That holding it I long to sing My faith in dark futurity My child's warm hand is such a thing...
North Queensland Lullaby
by Lucille M Quinlan Sleep, my birrahlee;1 hush, my soft grey dove! Misty grows the cane-field, purple the range above. From the scrub by the...
Old times in Brisbane
To Nemo Oh well and merry passed the time When we were three years younger, When lightsome jest and sportive rhyme Wak'd mirth that lives no longer: When...
Old Tin Liz
By Alice Guerin Crist (1927). We have scrubbed, and scoured and polished, till she's looking just like new, And her good old engines singing, and...
Queer Little Almond Eyes
by Victor Kennedy Queer little deep brown almond eyes Turned to me now with grave surprise What the secrets tarrying there Baffling a world's...
by Mabel Forrest All day she works at the sewing machine, in the factory opposite, Where the staring blindless windows gape in the glow of the...
The Average Man
by George Essex Evans His hat looks worn, and his coat-sleeves shine, As I see him step from his 'bus at nine; His boots are pieced and his tie...
The Explorers' Doom
The Explorers' Doom. By George Vowles ON New Holland's burning plains, Where savage races dwell Not held by slavish chains, The brave explorers...
The First Rain
by Victor Kennedy Out across the bending cane Slowly after seven moons Falls the soaking tropic rain Kindly to the parched ratoons1. And I wander...
The lay of the diprotodon
by Robert N. Gunn I DWELL in a black gully deep; My bones they are scattered around, And are daily trod over by sheep - Into dust they will soon all...
by Brian Vrepont I came upon them by a strip of sea, In a drizzle of rain mending their fishing-net, Four swift brown hands, and lean with industry, Shuttling the thin...
The Women of the West
by George Essex Evans They left the vine-wreathed cottage and the mansion on the hill, The houses in the busy streets where life is never still, The...
To a swagman in the city
by Albert Bayldon O hairy faced old swagman I doff the cap to youlI, too, have been a bagmanAnd had to battle throughThe ordeal long and drearyOf...
Over the archway, a legend, 'Enter the portals of Truth' Looked down on the serious concourse That passed by the kneeling girl, Ruth; Looked down on...
- Vale Old Sailor 1976
Some few nights in the store-keeper’s hut – tin roof and walls -scarce thirty yards from where the twelve head battery’s crushing feet pounded and crushed...