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[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Smiths. A Story of Early Coolgardie. We had many problems set us when Coolgardie was a camp, When a journey to the goldfields meant a coach-fare or a tramp; We had water … [Read more...] about The Smiths: A Story of Early Coolgardie [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] It Appears. In every population in our cities and our towns, Among our Smiths and Johnsons, Wilsons, Robinsons and Browns, There are scandalising stickybeaks who flute across the … [Read more...] about It Appears [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Saddest and the Gladdest. “What is the saddest sight you’ve seen in all the wide, wide world?” Thus asked a damsel dainty, dreamy eyes and tresses curled. “You write of battles, … [Read more...] about The Saddest and the Gladdest [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Mrs. Flannagan’s Frock. It was back in Coolgardie in pioneer days When the paper for printing “The Miner” was shy, And its shandy-gaff staff staff lifted inky hoorays When the camels … [Read more...] about Mrs. Flannagan’s Frock [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Mill Point. Mill Point, Mill Point, Mill Point, in the morning (Dearest, how I’m dreaming, wand’ring lonely London through), When the golden glory from the sweet day’s adorning Shone … [Read more...] about Mill Point [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] What Next? A Drama in Dress. Chapter I. In days long gone our grandmas quaint Set all the world a-grin By donning when they wore their paint, The bulky crinoline. They … [Read more...] about What Next? A Drama in Dress [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Nickin’ In. I am sitting in the stalls — Evening dress and all the rest — Where the scented knutlet sprawls With the flapper faintly drest, Swishing skirts and billowy … [Read more...] about Nickin’ In [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Blind. HELP ye the Blind that cannot help themselves, His greatest blessing God from them withholds; The deepest pit-slave in no darkness delves Like that black bondage that the … [Read more...] about The Blind [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Tell Us, Little Toad. (A little toad, taken from under the slate and cement at Day Dawn, was estimated by geologists as having been embedded there thousands of years.) Tell us, little … [Read more...] about Tell Us, Little Toad [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Beyond. Hushed are the raving, choking cries, The dying groans. A something stark and staring lies Among the stones. The carrion crow full-gutted flies From clean-picked bones. A … [Read more...] about Beyond [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Sport. He wears a yellow hat and buttoned boots, Four more upon his coat-flap and his sleeve; His linen from his laundryman he loots, By racing whoppers he has learned to … [Read more...] about The Sport [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Confession. Don Juan lay dying, as Don Juans do, At the end of their tickle-toe tether; In life he’d indulged in all species of woo In all sorts of seasons and weather. He had … [Read more...] about The Confession [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Wot Won the Larst? The tea-bell tinkles on the evening air, The smells of soup and steak and eggs arise; The punter flops into his usual chair And imprecates his luck and someone’s … [Read more...] about Wot Won the Larst? [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Booze. (The barque Gwydyr Castle brought spirits and beer equalling 3000 barrels and thirty casks of ginger ale.) Think of it, pals who parch Under a thirsty sky, Think of it, mates … [Read more...] about Booze [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] His Quest. It was out beyond the Bulong track we met him swagging in, He was middle-aged and ginger, haggard-eyed and famine-thin; And while he munched some damper and a pannikin of … [Read more...] about His Quest [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Feet! Feet! Feet! Feet! You can hear them in the street; Feet that trudge the footpaths early Cased in bluchers blunt and burly, Plodding on toward the stable, In the dawn, Long … [Read more...] about Feet! [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Armistice. Seconds of silence, heart-beats of sorrow, Seconds that tell of our soldiers asleep; Sleeping till God’s own reveille to-morrow Calls their brave souls from the dust and … [Read more...] about Armistice [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Mick. To An Old Mate. The fire’s gorn down in the parlor grate An’ I’m sittin’ up for awhile, ’Cos I started rememberin’ my old mate — Mick, of the Ninety Mile. I’m wonderin’ … [Read more...] about Mick: To an Old Mate [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] “Thy Will Be Done!” “Thy will be done!” the phrase is sweet And satisfying to the soul, When hard adversity we meet Or shirk the honest gage or goal. “Thy will be done!” the saint … [Read more...] about “Thy Will Be Done!” [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]