Tired Old Horse
NINGLESS now my life, that I must stand Flank deep in fern and watch the traffic by, And look as farmers pass, weighed down with land, The drovers and their flocks; with dreary eye. I see them all. And yonder de the tired hills huddle near To back against their enemy, fhe storm, Dumb aye they, but do seem to groan in fear As long wind-lashes whip around their form I know them all. But there are quiet paths, freckled, sun-barred, Where little winds play hide-and-seek all day, With peaceful spaces, green and daisy-starred,
Where one old horse would very gladly stray I do remember well.
J.
J.
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Radio Record, Volume IV, Issue 20, 28 November 1930, Page 32
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111Tired Old Horse Radio Record, Volume IV, Issue 20, 28 November 1930, Page 32
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