Treasure Island

Mary Hannay Foott

(1846 - 1918 / Australia)

Poems of Mary Hannay Foott

21. The Fate of Bass 1/1/2004
22. The Future of Australia 3/2/2010
23. The Magi to the Star 3/2/2010
24. The Massacre of the Bards 3/2/2010
25. The Melbourne International Exhibition 3/2/2010
26. To Henry the Fifth 3/2/2010
27. To the Virgin Mary 3/2/2010
28. To the White Julienne 3/2/2010
29. Up North 3/2/2010
30. Watch-Night 3/2/2010
31. Wentworth 3/2/2010
32. Where the Pelican Builds 1/4/2003

New Country

Conde had come with us all the way --
   Eight hundred miles -- but the fortnight's rest
Made him fresh as a youngster, the sturdy bay!
   And Lurline was looking her very best.

Weary and footsore, the cattle strayed
   'Mid the silvery saltbush well content;
Where the creeks lay cool 'neath the gidya's shade
   The stock-horses clustered, travel-spent.

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