THE ROADS.
See the fancy city roads—asphalt roads Where the motors noiceless glide And the happy people ride, While the ripple of light laughter fills the air —Rinking roads. See the nameless back block roads formless roads, Where the crown is in the gutter, and the gutter in the crown; And the struggling settlers battle with their bug-embedded cattle, Sinking down, down, down In the sticky, stinking sludge, While a storm of imprecations taint the air —Cursing roads. What! a carcase on the road! And another, and another? Either horse, or ox, or sheep in the mire enveloped deep, It is either druwn or smother — And the teams upon the roads, as they drag their dead-weight loads, Galled and jaded and heart-broken, martyred beasts —Cruel roads. Hear the hampered farmers tell They can neither buy nor sell, For they cannot reach the market through the roads. And the> bless (?) the Powersthat be, Who in blindness cannot see "The Dominion's wealth depends upon its roads!" —Backblock roads. —E.M.
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King Country Chronicle, Volume VI, Issue 501, 18 September 1912, Page 7
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167THE ROADS. King Country Chronicle, Volume VI, Issue 501, 18 September 1912, Page 7
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