In Possum Land Poem by Henry Lawson

In Possum Land

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In Possum Land the nights are fair,
The streams are fresh and clear;
No dust is in the moonlit air;
No traffic jars the ear.

With Possums gambolling overhead,
'Neath western stars so grand,
Ah! would that we could make our bed
Tonight in Possum Land.

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Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson

Grenfell, New South Wales
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