William Henry Ogilvie

(21 August 1869 – 30 January 1963 / Kelso, Scotland)

William Henry Ogilvie Poems

41. Running On! 4/7/2010
42. Our Pilots 4/7/2010
43. Hands! 4/7/2010
44. His Epitaph 4/7/2010
45. Our Heritage 4/7/2010
46. Harry Morant 4/7/2010
47. The Pearl Of Them All 4/7/2010
48. If I Were Old 4/7/2010
49. Once We Went Gaily 4/7/2010
50. Gone Away 4/7/2010
51. As I Wandered Home 4/7/2010
52. The True Sportsman 4/7/2010
53. The Riding Of The Rebel 4/7/2010
54. The Men Of The Open Spaces 4/7/2010
55. The Last Muster 1/1/2004
56. The Filling Of The Swamps 1/1/2004
57. The Horse Of Your Heart 4/7/2010
58. His Gippsland Girl 1/1/2004
59. From The Gulf 1/1/2004
60. The Australian 1/1/2004
61. Foxhound Puppies 4/7/2010
62. The Bush, My Lover 1/1/2004
63. The Death Of Ben Hall 4/7/2010
64. My Hat! 1/1/2004
65. Drought 1/1/2004

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My road is fenced with the bleached, white bones
And strewn with the blind, white sand,
Beside me a suffering, dumb world moans
On the breast of a lonely land.
On the rim of the world the lightnings play,
The heat-waves quiver and dance,
And the breath of the wind is a sword to slay
And the sunbeams each a lance.

I have withered the grass where my hot hoofs tread,
I have whitened the sapless trees,
I have driven the faint-heart rains ahead
To hide in their soft green seas.

I have bound the plains with an iron band,
I have stricken the...

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The Australian

The skies that arched his land were blue,

His bush-born winds were warm and sweet,

And yet from earliest hours he knew

The tides of victory and defeat;

From fierce floods thundering at his birth,

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