Poems of John O'Brien
|1.||Around the Boree Log||1/1/2004|
|2.||Could I hear the Kookaburras once again||1/1/2004|
|5.||Six Brown Boxer Hats||1/1/2004|
|7.||The Altar Boy||1/1/2004|
|9.||The Little Irish Mother||1/1/2004|
|11.||The Old Bush School||1/1/2004|
|12.||The Presbyt'ry Dog||1/1/2004|
The bishop sat in lordly state and purple cap sublime,
And galvanized the old bush church at Confirmation time;
And all the kids were mustered up from fifty miles around,
With Sunday clothes, and staring eyes, and ignorance profound.
Now was it fate, or was it grace, whereby they yarded too
An overgrown two-storey lad from Tangmalangmaloo?
A hefty son of virgin soil, where nature has had her fling,
And grows the trefoil three feet high and mats it in the spring;