Henry Lawson

(17 June 1867 – 2 September 1922 / Grenfell, New South Wales)

Hawkers - Poem by Henry Lawson

Dust, dust, dust and a dog –
Oh! The sheep-dog won’t be last.
When the long, long, shadow of the old bay horse
With the shadow of his mate is cast.
A brick-brown woman with the brick-brown kids,
And a man with his head half-mast,
The feed-bags hung and the bedding slung,
And the blackened bucket made fast
Where the tailboard clings to the tucker and things –
So the hawker’s van goes past.


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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (10/5/2015 2:44:00 PM)

    So very vivid. Sometimes brevity sketches the better picture. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 26, 2010



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