The dauntless three! For twenty days and nights
These heroes battled with the haughty heights;
For twenty spaces of the star and sun
These Romans kept their harness buckled on;
By gaping gorges, and by cliffs austere,
These fathers struggled in the great old year.
Their feet they set on strange hills scarred by fire,
Their strong arms forced a path through brake and briar;
They fought with Nature till they reached the throne
Where morning glittered on the great UNKNOWN!
There, in a time with praise and prayer supreme,
Paused Blaxland, Lawson, Wentworth, in a dream;
There, where the silver arrows of the day
Smote slope and spire, they halted on their way.
Behind them were the conquered hills — they faced
The vast green West, with glad, strange beauty graced;
And every tone of every cave and tree
Was as a voice of splendid prophecy.
Descriptive verse, in rhyming couplets, displaying the rugged life those early settlers lived.
Adventures and explorations of the old, beautifully depicted in rhyming couplets that makes a great reading.
They fought with nature! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
There, where the silver arrows of the day Smote and spire, they halted on their way....// excellent poetic expression
Well articulated and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A poignant creation written with insight.
" They fought with Nature till they reached the throne" Determination tht led to success. Thanks for sharing. Kingsley Egbukole.
It looks like I stand corrected. I mistakenly thought it referred to the Blue Mountains of Virginia...I see it refers to Australia. Well I suppose that is another colonial settler society; where aboriginal people have been wiped off history's map.
A fitting tribute to all those pioneers who helped forge a new nation...beautifully written....although it's perhaps noteworthy that there is no mention of Native American people here.Such a glaring omission is necessary I suppose. Colonial settler states have to rely on their established poets/ artists to create epic, patriotic mythologies in order to justify their existence.I can think of several examples of where that still occurs in our modern world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Behind them were the conquered hills — they faced The vast green West, with glad, strange beauty graced; And every tone of every cave and tree Was as a voice of splendid prophecy........so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem so nicely executed.