From Bourbah to Bullagreen [poem by Jack Moses]

[Editor: This is a poem from Beyond the City Gates: Australian Story & Verse (1923) by Jack Moses.]

From Bourbah to Bullagreen

(A rich country between Warren and Coonamble.)

You take my tip, for stick and slip —
I don’t care where you’ve been —
I’ll back a plain, with a fair day’s rain,
From Bourbah to Bullagreen.

I’ve struck some bogs, and “glue pot” clogs,
And “porridge heaps” I’ve seen,
But strike me fat there’s none like that
From Bourbah to Bullagreen.

You’ll find it rough and blasted tough,
When bogged to the hilt — with a “lean,”
You’ll swear and shout — fetch blood each clout,
From Bourbah to Bullagreen.

Just picture night — without moonlight,
And raining — lumps, I mean,
God only knows, how the mailman goes,
From Bourbah to Bullagreen.

Source:
Jack Moses, Beyond the City Gates: Australian Story & Verse, Sydney: Austral Publishing Co., 1923, page 46