by Thomas G Rabbets    The embargo on the use of the hose to water gardens and flowers has been lifted by the Water Board. At Tuesday's meeting it was...

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...

by Eva Mary O'Doherty    The voices of the spring are calling Among the green hills far away; The flitting lights and shades are falling O’er skies of soft...

  [WRITTEN FOR THE 'WORKER.']   They say that the angels are with us As ever we come and go; Unseen they hover around us Noiseless, and soft, and slow. But...

Ave, Labor!          Written for the Worker.   Ye famed musicians, hearken, And you, earth's singers sweet, Who sound your wondrous music, In the homes of 'the...

Bare Hills Bare Hills no rain: curse and prayerPoured into vacuum;Those who came first, armed with torch and axe,Had the despoiler’s means and...

by Arthur Bayldon    (On a Queensland Beach)   Poisonous, bloated, crab-like shapes Crawl in gangs around these capes- Stopping here and feeding there, Fighting...

by Mary Hannay Foott    Drowned In The Flood Of February, 1893 At Blackwall, Near Ipswich, Aged 19 Years Have you heard of Katie Jackson, Our...

by Francis Kenna    I often wonder what they see The crowd of people in the street, Who stand around a man at work, With pick and shovel in the heat. You...

An Ode to George Ferguson Bowen[1], Knight  On his arrival in Queensland                                     by Charles Frederic Chubb   Bless’d be the gales and fav’ring winds That...

by Eva Mary O'Doherty    Our true men! our true men! We proudly sing them all, In felon's chain, across the main, Despite of tyrant thrall. Our true...

by James Picot    The smashed and tumbling trunks litter the plains;Their wooden antlers pierce the fleshy leaves Of prickly pear clumps, and a ruby...

by Edgar Holt   Why do you listen, watcher? Do you hear, rising above the urgent voice of pain, above the babble of the world, a clear, unbroken...

by Maurice Little      The people on the southern side, Are feeling most elated, So where you will, you’re bound to hear Their new Exchange debated; It’s...

  by Colin Bingham    University Prize Poem, 1924                               I. A hundred year ago the tireless tide, That rose and fell between unquarried banks, Felt on its...

   The Explorers' Doom.[1]                            By George Vowles   ON New Holland's burning plains, Where savage races dwell Not held by slavish chains, The brave explorers...

by James Brunton Stephens    fromThe Famine in Ireland, 1879-80 They shall not perish! Not if help can save Our hunger-stricken brethren from the...

by James Brunton Stephens    I am a gentle Anarchist, I couldn't kick a dog, Nor ever would for sport assist To pelt the helpless frog. I'd shoot a...

by George Essex Evans    A handful of workers seeking the star of a strong intent – A handful of heroes scattered to conquer a continent- Thirst, and...

by Brian Vrepont    A captain of politico-industry is observing the city traffic in a reflector gadget on his desk. He shouts into a box. "Quick,...

                      By Kathleen Watson Hold the shadow in your handbravely, though you understand only what its loveliness might be, if men were free, If men were...

by Albert Bayldon   Far away in the coral sea-isles  That glisten like gems in the sea; Where a tropical sun ever smiles On groves of the cocoa-nut...

by June Saunders   From Tinsel…Tinsel (The scene, a university ball, ca 1938) Bright eyes has Folly, lips that laugh and lure‑ At eight! . . . Dinner...

TO LADY BOWEN[1]                       by 'Stylus'     Fair lady of the isles of Greece,- Those isles renowned in love and song- We welcome thee to Queensland's shores Where...

By Frank C. Francis (1931) His shoes are worn and down-at-heel but clean;His clothes show signs of care tho' old and mean;His step is firm but...

                          By Kathleen Watson (1941) Because I love you all the world is mine,though you are not. Therefore I do not pine to have you hold me in your arms, nor...