Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SEARCH, by CHARLES SHAW First Line: I've dropped me swag in many camps Last Line: The big white bull through wagga. Subject(s): Bulls; Legends; Revenge | ||||||||
I'VE dropped me swag in many camps From Queensland west to Boulder, An' struck all sorts of outback champs An' many a title-holder. But though I've heard the episode Be drover told, an' dogger, I've still to meet the bloke who rode The big white bull through Wagga. I struck the hero out at Hay Who beat the red-back spider In fourteen rounds one burnin' day; An' up along the Gwydir There lives the man outslept the toad A champeen blanket-flogger But he is not the bloke who rode The big white bull through Wagga. The cove that hung up Bogan Gate Once called me in a hurry To buy drinks for his "China plate", The bloke that dug the Murray. An' though down south of Beechworth road I met Big Bob the Frogger, I've still to meet the bloke who rode The big white bull through Wagga. The man who steered the kangaroo From Cue to Daly Waters; The cove who raced the emu, too, To win three squatters' daughters; I know the fellow moved the load That stopped the Richmond logger; But still I want the bloke who rode The big white bull through Wagga. But some fine day I'll run him down, An' stop his flamin' skitin'. I'll punch him on his lyin' crown, Or go down gamely fightin'. For I'm the bloke to whom is owed What's paid that limelight-hogger. I'd love to meet that bloke who rode The big white bull through Wagga. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOUNTAIN MOTHER by WILLIAM ASPENWALL BRADLEY DOG AFTER LOVE by YEHUDA AMICHAI THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING MINE ENEMY IS GROWING OLD by EMILY DICKINSON |
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