Aussie: The Australian Soldiers’ Magazine (source)

[Editor: A poem about a “chat” (a louse). Published in Aussie: The Australian Soldiers’ Magazine, no. 3, 8 March 1918.] The Chat’s Parade. When the soldier, fagged and weary, In surroundings that are dreary, Aside lays he his rifle and grenade, Seeks solace in … [Read more...] about The Chat’s Parade [poem, 8 March 1918]

[Editor: A poem published in Aussie: The Australian Soldiers’ Magazine, no. 3, 8 March 1918.] If Dreams Were Only True. Last night I had a funny dream, and dreamt to my delight, I had ten thousand blankets to keep me warm at night; I dreamt there wasn’t any snow, or … [Read more...] about If Dreams Were Only True [poem, 8 March 1918]

[Editor: A poem published in Aussie: The Australian Soldiers’ Magazine, no. 3, 8 March 1918.] A Retrospective Spasm. One of the Battery “spooks” has been on leave to Paris, where he spent most of his time sunning himself in the smiles of the girls at the Army and Navy … [Read more...] about A Retrospective Spasm [poem, 8 March 1918]

[Editor: A poem published in Aussie: The Australian Soldiers’ Magazine, no. 3, 8 March 1918.] Remorse. I went with a Woman of Vice to-night Whom I chanced to meet In a Paris street — She walked, admired by crowds of men. I stared — she smiled — I stared again — Her … [Read more...] about Remorse [poem, 8 March 1918]

[Editor: A poem published in Aussie: The Australian Soldiers’ Magazine, no. 3, 8 March 1918.] The Countersign. When God knocked off one night said He: “This world’s a rotten failure.” Lor lumme, though, He’d let ’em see — Next day He made Australia. And when you reach … [Read more...] about The Countersign [poem, 8 March 1918]

[Editor: A poem published in Aussie: The Australian Soldiers’ Magazine, no. 3, 8 March 1918.] “The Squatter.” He was a dinkum Aussie Bloke On London leave and thus he spoke To a big John Hop on duty there: “Digger, give’s the oil for Nelson’s Square, For they tell the … [Read more...] about “The Squatter” [poem, 8 March 1918]

[Editor: A poem published in Aussie: The Australian Soldiers’ Magazine, no. 3, 8 March 1918.] The Shell. A shrieking wail as a shell goes by And a distant boom and a glow, White wreaths of smoke floating up to the sky, And a crimson stain on the snow. — … [Read more...] about The Shell [poem, 8 March 1918]

[Editor: A poem published in Aussie: The Australian Soldiers’ Magazine, no. 2, 16 February 1918.] Bullecourt. You boasted a wall of granite strength, Which nothing on earth could take, The skill you learnt in forty years, You defied us blokes to break. Four thousand … [Read more...] about Bullecourt [poem, 16 February 1918]

[Editor: A poem published in Aussie: The Australian Soldiers’ Magazine, no. 2, 16 February 1918.] From Aussie to Sammy. Say, how do, old cobber, give us yer mit! Pleased to meet you I certainly am. We can now pull together in doing our bit, Said the Aussie to proud … [Read more...] about From Aussie to Sammy [poem, 16 February 1918]

[Editor: A poem published in Aussie: The Australian Soldiers’ Magazine, no. 2, 16 February 1918.] To My Home. I often think of those who wept — How precious is their memory yet — Few words they said, their silent grief No words of mine could give relief When now I … [Read more...] about To My Home [poem, 16 February 1918]