The Border Route [poem by Roderic Quinn, 15 January 1925]

[Editor: A poem by Roderic Quinn.] The Border Route Nursed onward weary mile on mile A laggard mob and slow, Along the dusty Border route The travelling wethers go. The grassless earth, made bare by drought, Burns hot beneath their feet; A sun-browned drover rides behind, Red-eyed with dust and heat. Grey fences stretch on […]

The Currency Lass [poem by Roderic Quinn]

[Editor: This poem by Roderic Quinn was published in The Bulletin Reciter, 1901.] The Currency Lass. They marshalled her lovers four and four, A drum at their head, in the days of old : O, none could have guessed their hearts were sore ; They marched with such gayness in scarlet and gold. They came […]