The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 17 October 1936
I have a horse, a charger black so very fierce
Who snorts and tosses back his head with
loud, whinnying cry.
My dobbin does not roam away, nor is he
That’s because my trusty steed is a pillow on
A pillow horse is quite the bestest kind of
horse to own,
That is, of course, for little folks who don’t
like being thrown.
It doesn’t cost a penny piece to keep my horse
Although I’m not allowed to take him out
upon the lawn.
My dobbin is a noble steed, with me upon his
We gallop off for many miles a-down a dream-
He has neither stall nor stable, is never,
So that’s the bestest kind of horse, a pillow
on the bed!
Western Mail (Perth, WA : 1885-1954), Thursday 30 June 1932
But those good old camping spots are gone, those green and shady places,
They’re scooping on the Joonamar where once we held the races,
Now the jackass laughs no longer in those tall old river gums,
The black jay and the currawongs from the hill no longer come
For the water is creeping over where once were fields of clover
And on the flats the waving yellow corn
Now I hear a fiendish rattle where once were grazing cattle
Oh how I loved the land where I was born.
Jack Bridle’s ‘Farewell to Talbingo’:
foto – the bellingen showground 2010 april
Cantering, cantering over the
I rode my horse by the old
Cantering, cantering, up the
Over the fields and back
My horse and I ride home to
While the big red sun sinks
in the west,
I go inside to my soft white
And then I lay down my
Original poem by Argus Eye. SANDRA YOUNG aged 8 Kew,
The Argus (Melbourne). Friday 13 August 1954.
foto – raleigh 2010
Homme seul est viande aux loups. Prov.
The lonelie man becomes a prey to wolves.
foto – back paddock in winter