Said Grenfell to my spirit, "You’ve been writing very free <br />Of the charms of other places, and you don’t remember me. <br />You have claimed another native place and think it’s Nature’s law, <br />Since you never paid a visit to a town you never saw: <br />So you sing of Mudgee Mountains, willowed stream and grassy flat: <br />But I put a charm upon you and you won’t get over that." <br />O said Grenfell to my spirit, " Though you write of breezy peaks, <br />Golden Gullies, wattle sidings, and the pools in she-oak creeks, <br />Of the place your kin were born in and the childhood that you knew, <br />And your father’s distant Norway (though it has some claim on you), <br />Though you sing of dear old Mudgee and the home on Pipeclay Flat, <br />You were born on Grenfell goldfield – and you can’t get over that ."<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/said-grenfell-to-my-spirit/
