Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WAITING FOR THE RAIN, by JOHN SHAW NEILSON First Line: The weather has been warm for a fortnight now or more Last Line: For soon we all will vanish like the rain. Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Rain; Sheep; Work; Workers | ||||||||
THE weather has been warm for a fortnight now or more, And the shearers have been driving might and main, For some have got the century who ne'er got it before; But now all hands are waiting for the rain. CHORUS: For the boss is getting rusty, and the ringer's caving in, His bandaged wrist is aching with the pain, And the second man, I fear, will make it hot for him Unless we have another fall of rain. Some are taking quarters and keeping well in bunk While we shear the six-tooth wethers from the plain; And if the sheep get harder some more of us will funk, Unless we have another fall of rain. Some cockies come here shearing; they would fill a little book About this sad dry weather for the grain, But here's lunch a-coming, make way for Dick the cook Old Dick is nigh as welcome as the rain. But now the sky is overcast; the thunder's muttering loud; The clouds are drifting westward o'er the plain, And I see the red fire breaking from the edge of yonder cloud! I hear the gentle patter of the rain! So, lads, put on your stoppers, and let us to the hut, We all can do a full day's rest again; Some will be playing music, while some play ante-up, And some are gazing outward at the rain.... And now the rain is over let the pressers spin the screw, Let the teamsters back their wagons in again, We'll block the classers up by the way we put them through For everything goes merry since the rain. Let the boss bring out the bottle, let him "wet" the final flock, For the shearers here may ne'er meet all again; Some may meet next season, but perhaps not even then For soon we all will vanish like the rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV |
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